House Shoes
Here comes Marie with her face all sad and brown
Flowered house shoes flapping as her big feet hit the ground
Yelling, “Sammy’s gonna get me, get me good this time!”
“I cut him wi da knife, you know I drinks dat wine!”
“But he’s been out der cheeten, jus like he done before.”
“So I cut him once and twice I cut dat whore!”
I knew she wasn’t lying cause here comes Sammy now
No sooner did I blink is when he hit Marie, KAPOW!
House shoes went to flying, one landed here one there
Then she went to scratching and pulling at his hair
Marie picked up a bottle and cracked ole Sammy’s head
She said, “My Gawd I kilt him, he’s dead! He’s dead! He’s dead”
Sammy lay there quiet, head all red and wet
We sure thought his maker he’d done gone and met
Ambulance came and got him, took them both away
Marie barefoot and crying to fight another day
Copyright © Robin Dewalt | Year Posted 2008
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