The standoff

— Stick with us, Bukowski,
don’t wander off the path.
There’s bears and ‘coons and all sorts
that’ll bite ye in the ass.

— I smoaked your plot a ways back,
I know your cunning game.
Don’t try to stop me, Tandy,
or this day will end in shame.

— Stop right there, Bukowski,
don’t move another foot.
So help me, I’ll shoot ye down,
if ye shift yer spineless butt.

And so the standoff started,
Bukowski and the goy.
They’ve been glaring at each other
since Adam was a boy.


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