It was hard
Poking along behind old men with tobacco drool running off their chins and never my idea I resented being ten years old too young and scared to force my parents to admit I had a real job so I worked behind old men for a buck an hour it was enough almost to buy the gun I needed to put those old tobacco sucking fuckers away but then I got lucky the farmer found them one hot sunday humping young calves and probably each other all I know was that one of them lost a finger the other sported a new scar across the knuckles I asked the farmer that did the damage he sd yeah I was gonna cut off their hoses but they were covered in cow shit knew the clap wd do …