Two cents gets your throat slit
Sober wobble worse than broken tables
Hands shake like a thirsty drunk
A rusty screw turns to ratchet tension
I wonder what’s inside this leather trunk
It only takes a second to open up
But once it’s open, it can not be shut.
Two shirts and a suit coat
Two cents gets your throat slit
That’s why I’m throwing all my pennies
Towards the wishing well
Hoping one will land
And help me write a rent check
But I’d rather write a poem
‘Bout a southern girl
But all I know is southern comfort
Out of plastic cups
Made a devil of a deal with another girl
We will see if it is worth it in about a month
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Posted Jul 22, 2018, 2:38 AM UTC
Holy shit, this is awesome! The imagery, the attitude, the who-gives-a-fuck disposition in the face of uncertainty - I loved it!
Also, Southern Comfort our of plastic cups brings back a very specific childhood memory.
Thanks! I think I’m conjuring the person I need to be— crazy times ahead hahaha