.

white trash love song.

its a white trash love song
that i sing to you
about fighting parents
and too much cheap beer and someones underwear showing.

its a white trash love song
where the refrain
contains
only sex in cars and lacks a good hook, baby.

its a white trash love song
where mall wages are evidence of our ages
and a fancy dinner ends up being
a super-sized
#2... no onions.

and though
it all started
during hot summer months
when for once my brain was fried
from too much sun
not too much of some unpronounceable illegal
substance,

and though it was because
i got you drunk on PBR
and forced you to deal with me, with us, with distance too much,

it is these long
cold
winter
days
that i spend
thinking solely of you
and the spring to come

that i appreciate
white trash
messy bedrooms
and quick
orgasms
and
arguing
about
whos
being
meaner
today.