SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...
And you'll believe her.
Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.
She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.
But you will KNOW.
You will know.
That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.
That's when you will die.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthot
Categories:
sweatin, anxiety,
Form: Lyric
You damn sure aint worth me sweatin over no grave
She sat patiently draggin off her cigarrette
she thought over and over about the words he said
She remembered the sound of the zipper closing on his pants
The smell in the air as he heated up his glass
You stupid ***** don’t you know that I love you
You god damn whore don’t you know that I would die for you
I’ll kill you if you ever try to leave me again
Draggin off her cigarette , a shotgun by her side
Its now, just a matter of time
Just a matter of time…before she sends him straight to hell
His keys jiggled in the door, she smelled whiskey before his boots touched the floor
One look into his iodine red eyes,
a shotgun blast rang all thru them hollar pines
You stupid bastard don’t you know that I tried to love you
You dumb son of a ***** I nearly died cause of it
But now I’m free
to leave any time that I please
She dragged his body out into the cold and there she let it lay
She said to herself,
dear God just let mother- nature have her way
Cause you damn sure ain’t worth me sweatin over no grave
Categories:
sweatin, abuse, murder,
Form: I do not know?
SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...
And you'll believe her.
Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.
She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.
But you will KNOW.
You will know.
That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.
That's when you will die.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
sweatin, abuse, betrayal, culture, evil,
Form: Lyric
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
Categories:
sweatin, adventure, america, analogy, bible,
Form: Lyric
SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...
And you'll believe her.
Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.
She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.
But you will KNOW.
You will know.
That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.
That's when you will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.
Categories:
sweatin, angst, art, confusion, death,
Form: Imagism
Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right
They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo' she get in bed
So I follered huh one night to see
Lemme tell ya I seent real good
Dat woman spose'd to be lovin me,
Sportin ah nuthah main, in yonder wood
ME, I tries to be uh good main
work ever day; try t' serve da lord
My woman wanna ride in Cadillacs
Alls I own is uh beat down Ford
Ever night she cum home sweatin
ev'n tho the weather been steady cool
I'll make a flea uh wrestlin jacket
fo I let huh make me uh fool.
Bag packed, gwine to da railroad track
catch me uh train to eny'where good
If'n ya wanna fine dat woman I lef behine
Dig down deep, in yonder wood.
Categories:
sweatin, black-african amerwoman, night, me,
Form: Narrative
That old mercury is a risin
The shade is a boiling if there is any
The Sun is barren down
The snakes are shedding their skin
Heat strokes are many
Melting down in this old town
A cold beer sure would be nice
Sure would be a cure
Thank God the cactus don't drink
Around here no one has the price
We all know that for sure
And it is too damn hot to think
It is too hot here, most cannot take it
So the Devil went home for a holiday
And what am I doing here?
Yes Sir, old Satan just up and quit
Sure wish I had that last beer
The lizards are sweatin
The buzzards are to thirsty to fly
I am hung over, but think her name was Rosa
And don't think that it was a sin
But I am not sure just why
Don't have a map, but think I am in Arizona
Categories:
sweatin, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form: I do not know?
Take my body, work me slow...
Make me happy, work down low...
The things I wanna do, beg me if you wanna know....
Caress my body, go deep inside...make me climb the walls, make me lose my mind
Take your time and work me slow....don't worry bout your girl she ain't gotta know..
Make me want it so bad I could cry.... Make me go crazy trying to get ya lovin out my mind
Your skills are so hot....the time flies by so fast..so work me slow,.. make it good and
make it last...
Twist me, bend me, make me touch my toes..... can you handle me baby i'm curious to know??
Work me slow.... there's plenty of time and no where else to go... so take your time and
do it right.... work me slow and make it last all night...
The doors are locked, no one's round so scream my name and scream it loud...
Just take your time and work me slow do the things i like ...yeah you know ....Make me
scream, make me cry ........make it hot just like i like.....
Tease me, and make me beg.......make it so good i cant hold up my legs......
You been sweatin me for a while but now it's time to throw down, so bring your lovin to
me, work me slow and make me proud....
Categories:
sweatin, imagination, love, passion, me,
Form: I do not know?