them folks,
plum don't like
each other,
my grandfather
from West Virginia
used to say
as he chawed on some
tobacco
and whittled a stick
into a smaller stick.
they've been bickering
since before
Jesus shook the sand out
of his sandal
and turned water into wine.
and i got some news
for you too,
it won't ever end,
never.
they just don't see eye
to eye on anything.
it's like the Hatfields and McCoys
with those people,
or the Capulets and the Montagues.
it ain't never gonna
end.
not until the big one drops,
kaboom.
and then it's sayonara for
everyone.
now why don't you
be a good boy
and run over to
the chicken coop and see
if we got
any fresh eggs. i'll start
frying up some scrapple
on the griddle.
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