"You’re On Your Own Now"
by Chad Stubbs

Howdy ma’am

A young man’s hand hangs from the driver’s window

Another man gets out and props on the sprung door

Listen, lady

Ok, that does is, your goners

Help yourself, ya’ll better sit down, bunch of slobs

And keep them hands up

I can shoot you first, just for pure devilment

We ain’t bad

He’s lying

Don’t they to run now

I’m hit, one shrieks

Shattering glass to the table, as the window panes clatter

I’d be real still

You’re on your own now