The logging town’s main drag was once Planks supported on stilts above the mud- Flats where amongst the taverns and cat- Houses, drunks could be seen falling Through rotting boards or over the railings, While the upright citizenry kept voting In sheriffs who stood for whores galore And the inalienable rights of winos delirious To bite off the heads of snakes at a nickel A score offered by thrill-seeking urchins Who kept thirsting for more.