A Redneck And An Intellectual Walk Into A Bar

Sep
20
Thu

So I re-worked my ballad a little bit. Trying to make it more of a ballad:

Who walks into a bar?
Guy fatsky and guy thinsky

Thin one gets a martini,

Guy fatsky orders whiskey.

Who is it got brains?
Asks guy fatsky. You?

They say it ain't me

Guess it must be you.

Guy thinksy: You're ignorant.
Only the enlightened deserve

To have any substantial say.

But guy fatsky holds brains in reserve.

Who is the smarter?
The flinger or the stung?

I guess it all depends

On who it is gets hung.

The flinger gets hung
(or hangs himself).

Not the stung.

Speaking figuratively, of course.

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