4743. OH! OH! BOB SATERLEE

OH! OH! BOB SATERLEE

Great horned owl, living on high, coming out 

at night, making a howl, scaling the scowl with 

the selfsame eyes oh! oh! Bob Saterlee I do

remember thee in 1973. Let's see, Bob Saterlee

how things went with you and me: remember that girl

with the birthday cake; she came through the woods, 

across the dirt road, dressed like a cow-field hooker

in a place where no one even knew what to do. My 

wife, right then, was in the hospital, away, for 10 or 15

days. Well, we showed HER what to do! Cows do moo!

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Austin Healey 3000, yes, that was it  -  you had a really

nice car. Those freaking kids who wrecked it, trashed it

in my barnyard, remember that? A baseball bat to the grill

and headlights, a knife blade to the canvas top, oh man

that was just the start. You called the State Police to come

and take a report  -  like calling the Fish and Game Commission

for an illegal catch. What a mess all that turned out  -  now, she's

gone, and Mike Meehan, the kid with the knife, he's a retired

Texas State Patrolman himself. Holy gee Bob Saterlee!

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I can't remember who else you fucked  -  with a couple of kids, 

here and there. They must be old now too. Everything grows 

to die, lives to prosper and then to fade. Oh Bob Saterlee,

what it be? I always thought you had it made.