I gotta crooked legged woman
With legs that go where they choose
Her lips are shaped like a beer mug
And over flowin with booze
She means the world to me
And a freak that makes me money
Her face is like a chocolate chip cookie
Covered in spots dots and all of that
I don't need a road map to find my way around
Just look at her face and I know where I'm at
She means the world to me
And a freak that makes me money
She gotta hunch back
From her boobs that sag
They look like two egg yolks
On two kwik mart bags
But She means the world to me
And a freak that makes me money
**Singing the Blues**
It looks like a beer mug
maybe one from St. Patrick's Day
I keep it in a special spot
so I'll always know where it is.
It loves to go for a spin
in my little microwave
holding a green tea bag
brewing me something healthy.
Sometimes it takes a break
opting for hot chocolate instead
though it really hates this
when I have to scrub it clean.
Coffee isn't so bad to it
taking many a day to build up
enough for me to deep clean it
with more than a gentle rinse.
My mug and I spend many a day
sitting by our computer
working on verses together
it keeping my drinks warm.
SKB
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