Me and Colt and Regina and Laura
head to Altus
for a change of scenery.
Me and Colt
owe the ladies a night out
on account of bein jerks once too often.
The point is we have our night on the town
and head home
only Colt says we forgot to tip that waitress.
He turns around and drives thirty miles
burnin I don’t know how much gas
all to leave five bucks on a table.
I say Colt you're a damn fool.
Regina says good people shine.
Hanque O . . .
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-s-poems-176-all-to-the-good/
