Once was a lady named Patsy
With wooden leg and eye glassy
She looks both ways
Glassy eye just stays
Often poots for she is quite gassy
Stop wasting all my time,
please don’t leave the light on.
There was never a chance.
I’ll deal with that title,
the patsy of romance.
Stop wasting all my time,
I won’t follow bread crumbs.
Snipping the yarn in two,
now you cannot track me.
My mind’s stronger than you.
Stop wasting all my time,
this hourglass is precious.
Make the most of the clock,
that’s what I tell myself.
I’m not bought with sweet talk.
Stop wasting all my time.
I’m content in the dark,
where I can truly breathe.
Any taste of shallow?
Let it remain beneath.
Memories
of Formica
kitchens
And 2-burner
Hotpoint
stoves
Lipstick on
a menthol
butt
Costume
pearls
in rows
Perfume
from the
five and dime
Drive In’s
on the
field
A promise
made
a promise kept
And
love
— that time can’t steal
(Listening To Patsy Cline: July 4th, 2025)
Tim Horton, Tim Janis
Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless
You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days
In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone
You were a father's lump and a mother's grace
And slowly in your ladder you learned to term these as art
Not those in Those Winter Sundays.
What did you do with that wooden frame?
Did you find the tree in ancestry?
In a writer's studio
Yes even without an autobiography
Surname, on a Harlem street, for one , Lucy Heo?
She is on learner's permit
Dreaming in off white in a bloodshed
That paid housekeeping in Ramses Two.
For a resume in pre-positioning Curator
Which rub will call prophecies of Moses through optical fiber
In Tele-communication.
For an analog togetherness, long gone, scare-crow , coo!
to exhibit digital exit, incognito, too.
Sassy Patsy Pugglespuff
Sat in the mire
Wasn't feeling warm enough
So set her hair on fire.
Donald is, "The Apprentice" star
Who loves to fire folk from afar
For a "You're fired!" tweet
Evades "Meet & Greet"
Once again, Trump lowers the Barr
You've been tricked
and you don't even know it
You got played
'cause you're dumber than a slow wit
Satan used you like a chump
on the ground your head got thumped
And you skidded and burned your rump
such a wicked fall when you got dumped
Now you're just an understudy corpse-to-be
buried in your role as Satan's patsy
Standing at the edge
Fear~pain~or fun~fear~pain
Big brown fearful eyes
Begging help me...
So I help her down onto the floor
Picking up her chew stick
Comes to me again
Big brown sad eyes help me
Understanding her agony
Bend over lift her up
Now she's in her comfort zone
Chewing away on her bone
Sitting next to the patsy
A namesake for Virginia where she was born and raised
She became known as Patsy and we became amazed
Since she was young she wowed the folks with her distinctive voice
It seems that she was born to sing,she didn't have a choice
When she went walking after midnight she took us along
Filled us with heartbreak when she fell to pieces in a song
Patsy sang of guardian angels,and being crazy in love
How could she know that far too soon she'd be called above
She survived a car wreck and still she continued to sing
Such a shining star she was with all the joy she'd bring
Then it happened on a stormy night in sixty three
Her plane crashed with no survivors near Nashville,Tennessee
Patsy was but thirty one when she lost her life there
Still,she's been an inspiration to singers everywhere
Gone but not forgotten,she's one of the best we've known
In heaven's band she sings now and she doesn't sing alone!
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