Joe Crow Was Here
Joe Crow was here,
A Crow appeared on the balcony near,
just a clicking, not an ark he cried,
Seen as the harbinger of death, so *****,
begone foul black bird, hide,
the crows they circled overhead,
and called and arked in rhyme,
like in the bush when a beast is dead,
its “bloody tucker time.”
the eyes obscene,
mint julep dream,
Joe Crow will scoop em out,
the brain is sweet,
fore kidney meat,
and the bowel, for fowl,
he's trying.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRbkNKapAPk
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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