she cook up a big dinner so i hears,
her red peppers dun shriveled on the roof
they lights up his asshole
he piss this n pepper that
shit out willie pete with a slam-jam chaser and
a leaky dead kat
the boy’s smart but the boy’s a fool
to that half-pint o ain’t-got-no-milk
that promised him honey but give him the gruel
got her schoolgirl books and her schoolboy looks
see’d ‘im coming a tank-trap away
them ladies said
“now here’s what you gonna do:
get to that P X in that U S A
get the car keys
get the checkbook”
she got this scarecrow body belong to a boy
that’s a bitch ain’t got a lick o class
no funny bone, no tits, an’ a lazy eye
all deef in one eer and urchins fur an ass
“Come to Mama, lonely G I “
her bachelor boy goin’ soon boost his yankee roost
goin’ move in under mama’s care
be under the cap’n’s roof
watch more money go poof!
got no dogs,
nuthin’ to set up a stinkin’
got no boys,
not even a’ orphan to take plinkin’
his sister under that dismal swamp
she make boats n
she make kids
his brother in dat cold colds water
he make bicycles n
he make kids
but Spaceman Biff ain’t making jack
what wi’ her babymaker on the skids
Spaceman Biff got a garageful o careful chose toys
at that teeny box of a house
no good for dinner-drinkin’ or poker wi the boys
her protest church praise a dead dog in a mortar pit
that Spaceman Biff “he’s a deacon, you know,
he show the righteous where they’s got to ought to have to sit”
her boy be a loyal grasshopper
an’ Spaceman Biff gowan come a ‘cropper
him careful-planned,
him knuckle-crunch and
him jaw to da bone
him a loyal grasshopper, too
dead-clutch that stingin’ nettle all night long.