A different kind of poem. What do you all think?

Monfort left the Boogie Down

it wasn't raining

wasn't cold

just another day

Peebles had to get up on the hill.

had to see

was flooding in the flats

hailstones built like donut holes

were getting the way.

No one told him other wise

he didn't know from hay

Monfort was no country boy

farthest south he'd been was

somewhere up the Battery

Peebles had no clue neither

he's from up the ridge

somewhere north of Houston

but not quite Peekskill see

Neither one knew much of nothin' really

couldn't tell a hemlock from a beech

didn't really matter much

both had just enough between em'

for a bunch of fritos

and some cheese