the badass town

The badass town came to town 
- actually, it was already there. 
It just came to, itself one day. 
Woke up in bed with badass hair,
decided not to brush it. Just
went in to work, or school
or shop, as attitude grew
in that town 

to so badass 

the next town
called a cop. 

Too bad. 

That next town's cop
came by, but badass town's PD
gave dude one look, "Don't start 
none. Leave." That good cop skipped. 
Badass cops: not aggrieved. 

The populace spit nails and smiled. 
The schoolteachers bent steely minds
to work, the kids said "hell" and "piss" 
but pitched right in - ambitious to make
marks on Earth. The wives and husbands, 
girlfriends, boys and other lovers' rude 
raw trust was like the raging sport of 
beasts! It shook the homes! With
tenderness in every thrust, and
cataclysms soft unleashed. 

There was 
in town 
one 

lowlife fool. 

So used to pushing wimps around. 
Now he's like pinball, ricocheted
between the wimps. All flipper-shot
and bumper-bound, but  

- that's just for bad old time's sake. 

That lowlife fool grew badass, too. 
He's cooler now, he knows the deal. 

This badass town is balls-ass real 
and true as tits and steely minds. 
It's found its code of honor strong 
in rude-hewn hair, unruly free. 

Just hoping not to wake up wrong.