Ode to the Chain Gang

The guys on 92
wear orange and walk
priest-like with shovels
from the monastary of dare-
devils and no-goods, better-
off deads in a mist
of spit and smoke.
They leave our city
and side of the road
spotless and save
the town fathers
a dime or two
in revenue.

Some are handsome
and some are not -
young girls wiggle-walk
around them and their
your momma don't want
to know smiles and sniggers
while those same mommas
gun their Hondas
on their way home
from the D-E-S
past all those
lonesome daddies.