splinters enter, under the nail.the boss be well, the boss be hell.pail of nails to heavy to carry.i cherry a ferry, to bury a levvy.me deadly with a scum, a hillbilly bum.to rumble to want some.me? my tongue is numb, been movin it around, china town.
chris bowen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snappy-boots/
