that skunk

 

Lord Jesus scatter me into the universe

I’ve been doin’ my chores…

and cleanin’ up whiskey stains

burn marks

and water rings,

which ain’t mine

…not a one.

But you see they’re on my headboard, Lord

The very bed, where I lay my head

So It’ll take some time

But I got no claims

can’t afford to believe

in any particular woman 

unless she’s willing 

to lay claim to me                                                                                                    

…and no one is claimin’ me,

so I guess we’re fine…before...

 

well hell, it’s just that it's MY bed…

they’re sweatin' and stenchin'

while I’m sleeping with 

the brutal stank 

of the skunk

they left 

behind.

 

 

 

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