Pinch, Target and Beer

James Alamo Pinch
From Target Practice, Montana,
Where everybody shoots straighter
Than a white glove inspection, 
Ran out of beer cans
To set on a fence post
And shoot at
To make sure his gun sight
Was squint-eye perfect.
So he took himself to the local Walmart
Near Target Practice
To stock up on beer
And swig the cans empty,
So he'd have enough
For target practice.
It was his second beer run of the day,
And hungry as a penitent
From squeezing triggers and reloading all day,
He grabbed a few Peddler Joe's Rancho Franks
With slather-hot chili sauce
And went back to his fence post
To blow the beer cans to smithereens.