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Redneck Alabama Man Part Two “Meth & Moonshine’

13 Friday May 2016

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alabama, meth, moonshine, rednecks, rehab

Part One saw Cletus Flagg a Southern Drug Dealer

Kill Anyone who stumbled across His Operation

deep  in the everglades.

He used a Gun or a Knife.

He even used the local Alligators to achieve a Kill.

 

But sometime Enemies lie within.

When Cletus’s Son  was Killed tasting His Fathers Product

His Wife Molly Mae gets Her Revenge.

When She and Cletus went for a Walk

She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Who falls into the Alligator full Swamp.

And He is ripped to shreds.

 

So the Wife is now a Widow.

Courtesy of a Gator

And a gentle little nudge.

 

Part Two

‘Meth and Moonshine’

It is now Three Months since Molly Mae Killed Her

Drug Dealing Husband.

With some help  from the Local Gators.

She still Cries Herself to Sleep thinking about Her

Dead Son Billy Bob

Who Died at the Hands of the Crystal Meth.

The Drug led Him down the wrong Path.

And He went to His Death.

 

Since Billy Bobs Death Molly Mae has ben Sleeping

in His Bed.

She can still Smell His Smell even after all of this Time

And like She has done these last Three Months.

Molly Mae look over to Billy Bobs Bedroom Dresser

Sitting on top is His Meth Smoking Device.

 

She picks it up.

Maybe just a little taste.

Then Sail off into unchartered Waters

Just a little taste.

For all of the Dead Sons and Daughters.

 

But Molly Mae has other Plans

And She puts the Pipe back down

Then She leaves Billy Bobs Room

And She never goes Back.

She is a Woman with a Mission

With a Heart full of Black.

 

First She goes to the Cooler

And grabs a Jar of Moonshine.

Then sitting on the Front Porch She takes a big Gulp

Molly Mae knows that She is a Redneck

She was Born and raised on the Swamp

Eating Possums Snakes and Grits

And She can even Play the Banjo.

 

But Molly Mae doesn’t want to be Typecast

She wants to leave an Impression on this Earth

To do that She will have to from the Swamps

The Place of Her Birth.

 

As She sits on the Porch she takes in Her surroundings

The Mansion She Lives in

All of Her Clothes  and Her Hundred Pair of Shoes

Plus the Three BMW ‘s in the Garage

They were all bought with dirty Money.

 

So at that very moment Molly Mae changes Her Mind

She will leave an impression on this Earth

But She will do it right here in the Place of Her Birth.

 

In the following Months Molly Mae makes some big

changes in Her Life.

She Sold the Mansion for a Seven figure sum

The Three Beamers are also gone

Most of Her Clothes and Shoes have been donated to Charity

 

Molly Mae now lives in a Small Two Bedroom Shack.

She used to live a Life of Dirty luxury

Now She knows it is Time to give something back.

 

Molly Mae is a Redneck a proud Southern Gal

There is nothing wrong with Drinking a Jar of Moonshine

every now and then.

But the menace of the Crystal Meth is getting way out of

Control.

It is decimating the Southern Population.

So Molly Mae has set up a Drug Rehabilitation Foundation.

 

Molly Mae is now doing some good.

Free of charge Meth Addicts now have a safe Haven

Somewhere to go to become Drug Free.

All it takes is a whole lot of Love.

And a lot of Willpower.

So get  Your Body and Soul Drug Free

Before Your Life turns completely Sour.

 

Molly Mae oversees the Day to Day running of the

Foundation.

All She wants is for Alabama to become a Crystal Meth

Free State.

 

And to do that She becomes a Vigilante

Like Bat Girl or Spider Woman She goes from Meth House to

Meth House.

And She burns them to the Ground.

Like a Phantom in the Night.

Molly Mae is Fighting the good fight.

 

But Molly Mae isn’t Stupid.

She knows that it wont be easy.

Crystal has already taken a heavy Toll.

All She can do is help Cure One Addict at a Time.

So They can live a Drug free existence.

All it takes is a Box of Matches

And a lot of Persistence

 

Five Years later

And Molly Mae’s Foundation is now located in Ten

Southern States.

 

Crystal Meth is still a huge problem in the United States.

And a problem the World wide.

 

So before You pick up a Meth Pipe.

Have a little think.

Before You throw Your Life away

Along with the Kitchen Sink.

 

The End.

Alabama Redneck Man

04 Friday Mar 2016

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Deep in a Mangrove Swamp in the Heart of Alabama

Lives a Redneck named Cletus Flagg.

He is built like a Quarterback.

With a punch like a Hammer.

His Greasy Hair is covered by a Bandana.

That looks a lot like a Oily Rag.

 

Cletus is the Quintessential Redneck.

With a Mouthful of Gums he only has Five Teeth.

He finds it hard to chew on a Steak.

But He loves His Wives ground up Beef.

But if you think that that Cletus looks slow and clumsy.

Well thinking that would be a huge mistake.

 

Because Cletus runs a Drug smuggling Empire.

Crystal Meth Dope and good old fashion Moonshine.

You will never se Cletus singing in the Church Choir.

But you might see Him in Confession.

Cause He would be there for Hours.

 

But Cletus isn’t a bad Man if you stay on His good side.

All Cletus is doing is providing for His Wife and Son.

Cletus Smuggles His Drugs far and wide.

And He rules with His Fists and a big Silver Gun.

 

Every now and then a Local or a Tourist will have a sticky

beak.

Or just be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They will have to be silenced before they can talk.

Can an Alligator commit a Crime.?

 

Over the Years Cletus has had to move His Business deeper

and deeper into the Mangroves.

To keep away from the Cops and prying Eyes.

In the Drug Smuggling Business anything goes.

There is no time for the how or whys.

 

One unlucky local Billy Bob Wharton was out trying to catch

a Meal of Catfish or Craw.

When He stumbled across Cletus in His Smuggling Boat.

Billy Bob has got a little to close for comfort.

And once again Cletus thumbs His Nose at the Law.

 

After doing the Dirty Deed.

Cletus has a Seat on the front Porch of His Shack.

As He plays the Banjo He counts His Teeth.

He knows that His Saergents have got His Back.

He just hopes that Billy Bob Wharton stays way deep beneath.

 

Cletus knows that He has been sitting around too long.

But He cant resist a Jar of His favourite Shine.

And Smoking some Meth from a well used Bong.

Then one of His Underlings whispers in His Ear.

It looks like all is not fine.

 

It looks like one of His Employees has been fiddling the Books

And moving the Money into His off shore Bank.

He thought that He could get away with the deception.

But He has been caught red handed.

And He will pay a Heavy Price.

He will never get a chance to commit the same Crime twice.

 

Cletus orders His Men to tie the Thief to a Tree.

Right on the edge of the Water.

The Thief is tied with Leather Belts.

The Thief knows that this is His Fate.

He tells Cletus that He is very sorry.

But it is too little too late.

 

Cletus orders all of His Employees to watch.

They don’t have to wait long for a Gator to come rushing

out of the Water.

And it grabs the Human Sacrifice.

Then another Gator joins in the Slaughter.

And the Thief is torn to shreds.

His Arms and Legs are torn from there Sockets.

The Thief is screaming for mercy.

Going off His Head.

Then piece by piece He is dragged into the Water.

These Gators show Him no mercy.

They are built like Battleship Rockets.

 

The only parts of the Thief left behind is His Head.

His pitiful screams could be heard as the Gators fed.

But after about Three Hours  the Thief is finally Dead.

 

At the crack of Dawn.

The Gators ate the Head for Breakfast.

And of the Thief there is no trace.

I fyou cross Cletus Flagg you will become the Ultimate

Outcast.

Then a Gator stuck its Head out of the Water.

And I am sure that it had a smile on its Face.

 

Cletus is satisfied

If you get on His bad side you will disappear into the Night.

There is no Body for His Family to Bury or Cremate.

If you cross Him.

You will be nothing more then Gator Bait.

 

For the next Six Months it is Business as usual.

Cletus and His Cronies travel up and down the Swamps and

Rivers.

Delivering their poison of Meth and Moonshine.

The people who buy the stuff should know better.

Cletus drinks the Shine like it is the finest of Wines.

 

And they smoke the Meth like it is a Cuban Cigar.

They act like it is the best thing that they have tasted.

But their Brains have been Fried.

They live their lives in a daze.

All wasted.

 

Billy Joe Flagg.

The Son of Cletus and His Wife Molly Mae.

Is sitting in His room smoking some of His Fathers Product.

Only Fifteen Billy Joe just Smokes His Days away.

He knows that His Mother wouldn’t approve of His Conduct.

But His Father would be proud.

Billy Joe is a little Redneck in the waiting.

He knows that His Father is a Bad Man.

So He doesn’t say the Words out loud.

 

He wakes early the next Morning.

And Smokes some more Meth before School.

He thinks the Drug makes Him all big and tough.

But He is nothing but a Fool.

Billy Joe has Smoked more then His Body can handle.

Billy Joe might think that He is doing OK.

But He is now burning both ends of the Candle.

 

Billy Joe is hearing Voices in His Head.

The Voices are telling Him to ‘See what it feels like to get

hit by a Car’

And Billy Joe listens very closely.

And He steps into the Traffic.

And that one step turned out to be His last.

 

His Mother is distraught when She gets the News.

She knows that it is all Her Husbands fault.

She collapses to the Ground.

With the Broken Hearted Blues.

 

Nothing that Cletus can say can heal that heavy Heart.

At the Funeral She gets into an awful state.

She just cant stop Crying and wailing.

And through Her Black Veil She looks at Her Husband

with Eyes full of hate.

 

For the next few Months Molly Mae struggles through

She just takes it Day by day.

Without Her Son life isn’t worth living.

Every Hour is Dark and Grey.

 

There is only one thing that keeps Her going.

And that is the Day when Cletus pays for Her Sons Death.

In Molly Mae’s Head an Evil Wind is blowing.

 

Cletus will Die.

And She will make it look like an accident.

 

A few Days later Cletus and Molly Mae are walking along the

edge of the Swamp.

She is acting normal so Cletus doesn’t get suspicious.

Then with Her Hip She gives Cletus a little nudge.

Then time stands still as Cletus hits the Water.

Then He is torn apart by the Gators all nasty and vicious.

 

So what goes around comes around

 

Molly Mae has a lump in Her Throat that She cant budge.

But revenge sure does taste sweet.

She has one last look into the Water.

And She is satisfied that Her Husband is now Dead Meat.

 

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