gallows crab apples as a town trap trap heh

uht oh, they dont like my jokes better starve now save up some courage 4 a second hand grove, misspoken, low, nobody nos, deep eyes of a depression era ghost, racism kills & it makes a killing bling the left & the right are so willing but who is wrong must we be find us some poor suckers out back we put up quite a nice lil shack the gallows shadowed by the apple tree damn thing only spits out the bitterest fruits don't try 2 eat end up so swollen w/ faze froze shock the bitterest, call It "life plz" might have u mistaken 4 a violent type a robber, come 2 steal whats ours, 2 make things right we done bad, so much bad, here & look what we've had all these graves,tombstones lined up like dandelions in their own urban sprawl soon enough, corpse plot 2 town ratio gonna b more than we got & gonna have 2 move de church or hospital or ze casino or house of ill- repute, where dem ladies by da dozen 2 cop we like 2 have all the danger & reminants All lined up, in a row, make the workload real tough 2 explain 2 r lot all dem misses why we ain't comin home 2 love & 2work & 2more jobs then 1 fella's got the mocksy fu rob um blind at poker see um wined, doned, &off 2 poke some hers where they'll b robbed again-5 mins w/ r lassies & a john'll b lucky 2get away w/ his vaccinations, &if none have premissed the premise, well the hospital &hospice is next on the strip once u're dead, then the crypt r whole town is built on this & we live & we rob financially feeding on innocent poor saps & rubes that come in 2 town looking 4 gold out west & finding only violence, b it frm the red, scalpers & mowhocks & poison tipped darts &the lot, be it a dueling mission when 1's honor is fortook & forsaken, &a hit an a miss, perhaps the town swill we all drunkenly devower is the problem, damn it's sour don't help none that the breds all infested w/ ergot & there's this living death dance off that's been raving on & on 4 weeks it's like they never stop so enjoy ur time here in hell here stay 4 the fun but u came 4 the well & well... that's been all dried up 4 ages now, but she's still good 4 granting, makin wishes, better throw in ur last pennies hope the Lord takes discounted hopes &pray he takes pitty on ur ill mannered savage ways see u in town church, sunrise on Sunday if u make it that far communions on me, buddy, heh, u game? or would u rather pistols at dawn on Easter Sunday? I ain't no yellow belly so I'll show but better 2 drown them sorrows, better red & wine then that crabby apple beer that can hardly be downed, hard 2 swallow this once was a town of pristine godly ways, godly men, post office & a railway coming thru.. any decade now.. but now we hootch we hollar &we drunkenly yap it on sip it on up find ur cup best be outa here by lunch! no survivin arrogance folks love a "simple" simp ghost town sighted smmat shone nuts no nuts go nuts & flow shucks witchcraft all that was left now we float, & do evil sex stuff blush satanic hoobies newbies heh