He ran two stints in 'Nam,
his face is a jumbled mess of scars,
rat poison runs through his veins,
half his teeth are missing
when he smiles
& the eight ball
inked on his forearm
says it all.

This is a guy
you don't want
to rile up and
if you do,
you do so
at your own risk.

I'm really glad I can call him
my buddy Clint
& I'm going
to keep it that way,
I'd like to live
another day.