Mississippi Is Four Eyed

My Poetry on PoetrySoup Poem written By: Ronald Watson 05-2011 Mississippi’s Four Eyed Ms. Sissippi Is Four Eyed She have broken into that old wood burning stove, and She’s smoking that old southern type of pipe pride. As though, if this was a device design and devised of little white silly lies, she foretold. She’s, neither, afraid to beg, borrow, nor, taking a bad bribe. Her soul cuts deeply from ear to ear; it’s only justice to feeling a good vibe; Ms. Sissippi, she is four eyed. Ms. Sissippi, she is four eyed, and While her tears are over flowing as a raging river will rise. She’ll gamble to bet and just throw it all in for, one of a kind. Whereas, an acquisition was made subliminal like, the truth is despised. There as, her accusation to demise as which she would solely had criminally denied. Coincidently, is it not did simply nor, it is done accidentally, but Isn’t she’s four eyed? Though, she’ll get caught eventually- So, all those old traits will die, and along with her bold hate in which she hides, Beneath her hospitality, and for Christ sakes! Even, Stevie Wonder can see that ****’s fake! Sadistically, it’s how she gets off on the pain of darkness that had backfired and turned back sides. Thus; she’s four eyed and yet she’s- As lost unto her own selfish little world, but She always has been that four eyed special little girl. My Poetry on PoetrySoup