Poetry of Tom Greggs
  • Poems 1
    • Fair For Any Bird
    • Untitled II
    • Old Photo / Black Luger
    • Stirrer of Seas
    • On The Stair
    • Red Delicious
    • The Occasional Poem
    • Emerging
    • Proper Use of the Scythe
    • Anemone
    • Hole in the Wall
    • Muddy Waters
    • Gauguin in Ketchikan
    • Red Tailed Hawk
    • Poet, Adjusted
    • April
  • Poems 2
    • Jack Straws
    • A Titanic
    • Unclothing
    • Counting Cop Cars
    • Cargo Cult
    • Island Bird
    • River Stones
    • Boy in Victory
    • The Difference Between Burying and Planting
    • Vietnam Memorial In Rain
    • How Relationships End
    • Clearing of the Land
    • Periwinkle
    • Surge Channel
    • An Artist Gives Birth
    • White Church in a Deep Field
  • Short Poems
    • Beach Cabin
    • Untitled
    • Short Poem 1
    • Drive Time Jazz
    • Road to Walla Walla
    • These Things
    • Short Poem 2
    • Short Poem 3
    • The Undulate
    • Short Poem 4
    • Living Twice
    • You-Me
  • Sock Drawer
    • Washaway Beach
    • A Splendid Christmas Corpse
    • Who Laid the Bone
    • Everybody's Packin'
    • She's the Next Best Thing
  • Contact Me





EVERYBODY'S PACKIN'


Mama's in the kitchen 

with her Colt six-shooter

Poppa's coming home 

he's a third-world polluter--


Packs a muzzle-loader 

on his motor scooter

Johnny's got a gun 

sister too

She's got a derringer 

in the toe of her shoe


What in the world 

is it we're lackin'?

(count four beats yo')

Everybody's packin'!


Mrs O'Grady 

the old lunch lady

keeping it real 

with a permit to conceal

Got herself a holster 

hiding up where it's shady

Daughters of Norway―

gonna do things their way

Don't like your look 

send you right back to Yahweh


What in the world 

is it we're lackin'?


Everybody's packin'!


From Rodriguez 


to Tarantino

you're just a punk, 

no good wino and lazy--


Go make their day

so they can blow you away


Bobby Di Niro, Marty Scorcese 

they've been riding on a train called Crazy


What in the world 

is it we're lackin'?


Everybody's packin'!












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