-Say hello to Larry n' Cecil-

Together they're the old dysfunctional

As obsolete as a drawerful of engine cranks.

Or so we thought.
What's left of them was once the cold-blooded

Preserves of history, but not so fast.
Say hello to Larry n' Cecil.

And there's Billy-Bob, camouflaged and made in their image,

Under the harsh florescence at the busy "Load 'Em Up"

Your local, no-check firepower emporium.

Billy-Bob's strollin' through the burgeoning aisles

Promoting "Red Man" chaw.

Take a long look into Billy-Bob's squealing cart.

That’s a lot of ammo ready to cash out and lock down.

That's a heavy rope to sway in the wind to nowheresville.

That crooked tree down the road apiece is gettin' closer n' closer.
Good morning, Larry n' Cecil.

Please allow us to introduce ourselves.
We're the ones who presumed you dead and buried.

We're the ones who thought we had it in the bag.
We're the hollow-eyed four-pointer rope-yanked

To the hood of your smelly Chevy pickup.

Enjoy the resurrection, boys, and yeehaw!

The party's on us.

Writ upon the Electoral College madness of 2016