Southern Domestic Violence

ArieltkeArieltke Posts: 17
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Half witted wait with colored socks
Your undone hair tells me a lot
Of where you’ve been
It’s like
A judge passed on a stiff sentence upon you.
The first time you left
I ran right outside
I jumped on the car
You took me for a ride.
I guess it’s just a case
Southern Domestic Violence.

See Saw’s Twisting turning fate.
Like an everlasting plate at an all you can eat buffet.
Too bad I’m overstuffed from last night.
Don’t Call Me Turkey Hunny.

You got dressed real nice and you even did your hair
Oh what a sight.
I saw it all while playing X Box.
I didn’t mind to ask you where.
I didn’t bother to even care.
The evidence was overwhelming.
This time it was time for me to go.
I packed my things and picked a place I Know.
To lay my head and ponder.
I told you once and You knew it was true.
If I left this place baby we were through.
I said all the right words to the wrong one.

See Saw’s Twisting turning fate.
Like an everlasting plate at an all you can eat buffet.
Too bad I’m overstuffed from last night.
Don’t Call Me Turkey Hunny.

Now the months have past.
The papers filed at last.
But somehow you seem to linger.
We’ve moved on to different states.
Mines upstairs yours stays in place.
No one can point the finger.

But there you go again.
Creeping into the only place you ever were a saint.
There you go again.
Getting into the sacred places in around my head.
Please will you release me?
It’s time for me to go.
I need to relive those years I lost while living in your show.

See Saw’s Twisting turning fate.
Like an everlasting plate at an all you can eat buffet.
Too bad I’m overstuffed from last night.
Don’t Call Me Turkey Hunny.
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