Bibles or Bottles

I graduated high school,

Hitting the highway at full throttle,

Landing on a Dakota Prairie,

Where living was the Bible or the bottle.

Cub Scouts burnt the wild hemp fields,

Earning patches and a troop Award…

Meanwhile fat girls in black framed glasses,

Ratted their hair and served the lord.

Harboring rebellious dreams;

My mind set in Kerouac mode…

I traded the Baptists for Bourbon,

Waved off Jesus and hit the road.