Uppercut

Oh Billy
in a town where I lost every shirt on a fence
you
shaking your hands at the birds
fell down my basement steps.

How're you doing?
I walked outside to paint those steps on Tuesday
dogs were digging up the ground
in this town where we
called you Shakespeare
you wrote me some sonnets
and some plays about death
but it turns out
you were
a lady!

Well, now I'm checking my smoke alarms
(they work OK)
and I've got the burners lit for you
you ugly thing.