song of the south..In the Georgia Air

[Poet x]

I have a girl that puts on airs

She thinks that it’s a game when she takes me there
Care,
She spends her days much just like her hair,
Flaccid and plain through the Georgia air
Wear,
On my spirit is something I can’t bear
Abused in sorts, like I was the ass of Cher
Care,
She thinks I’m faithful in the Georgia air,
But she treats me like my mother,
No she’s never there
Fair,
Is the beauty that wears the crown
And heavy is the head of cats that stick around
Down,
Goes my pride, like a hopeful frown
In life you roll with punches like a boxing clown

In life we roll with punches like a boxing clown
‘Round, midnight, stays on play and repeat
The Lp is so old that it skips a beat

Miles and his message, yes I hear the sound,
Of the smoothest jazz waves that were put to sound

To my watch I glance twice,
Look at 8:15
In the dark it glows nice,
Indigo and green

The knob, it turns slow and the door creeks
My girl she creeps in,
It’s a shower she seeks
My pride don’t want to meet her but I have to know
I know that she’s been creeping like a Georgia hoe

I ask her three questions,
No she doesn’t respond
So I ask her one question, why no panties on?
She looks at me and smiles as she hits the door,
Of the bathroom we purchased with the marble floor

I wait 10 minutes then I enter the room
The steam is so thick she can’t see the “broom”
“Street sweeper” to the cats that don’t rep the south,
Three shots into my baby, then I hush my mouth
Song, song of the south, “sweep” my sugar pie,
Then I hush my mouth

[ChyllTyrant]

damn...

that was crazy.

i can't believe the poetry in that, and the story was shockingly poignant.

PEACE