Wicked Winters

By Donna Lauzon

Winters here are wicked hard

 Neighbors grimace in their yard

The holiday tree is lit most nights

Would look a lot better with working lights

Everyone's related to you or me

 It's a family wreath instead of a tree

Small town mayor tried and convicted 

News about it- all restricted   

Show up and speak at your Town Meeting 

Then leave for Stewart's cause there's not much seating

Summer is hot and quickly goes by

Get bit up wicked by all the black flies

Dilapidated barn photos are always a hit

Now roll down your window and smell the shit

Hippies and rednecks our worlds collide

Bong hits, deer meat and a side by side

I'll stop and help until your car cranks

We just want you to leave 

No need to say thanks

Guy down the street is a wicked dick

But he got the roads salted

When it was goddamn slick

The syrup runs it's gold predicted 

When asked if good you just say wicked.