The death of the good Ol’ Boy…

 

…So easily forgotten, a simple statement of fact

but now the Good Ol’ Boy sits

contemplating the empty screen

for hours and knows that this

mocking blinking cursor

that beats as regular as his own heart

is a true reflection of the barren-state

that resides, the complete blank stare

that breathes with heaviness

of a life that was always wrong

and the smile of satisfaction

that the Good Ol’ Boy is dead

inside.