Semi Divorced

She was a less-than-truckload lady Who’d signed a contract for the long haul With the interstate driver she married. But that trucker kept a bogus bill of lading And a logbook full of lot lizard flings. So now she’s rolling down the big slab In her hubby’s bobtail bulldog, His gooseneck flatbed stranded in the wings. She’d just renewed her CDL for diesel; Her unexpected dispatch wasn’t forced. Her old man was a cracker-headed weasel. She left him feeling semi divorced. Semi divorced, like a rider unhorsed. She took away his way to keep on trucking. Semi divorced was the judgement, of course. He fooled around with fire and got a f*cking. What you say? I say, he fooled around with fire and got a f*cking! We hear dat.