Bessie belched up a ripsnort bull
she got a ghetto guffaw and a freight train roar
she was a big-boned woman with a brood-bitch stare
a magnum worth of whore w a power down to there
that beady-eyed bitch got a snapped-off kill-switch
a peg for a leg and torque for tits
in our time together she got sawed-off and stitched
and one day she ate my trailer hitch
she was grind and no mind
a tractor cross with a high-speed hunter
she runned a oil like a chunky peanut butter
her hindquarters got a black-girl wobble
get her gun-down-gun she grunt like an ox
she was a alpha bitch bike
a brahma cow she stare down them rodeo clowns
she good to go a fifteen rounds
she spray your face with a fistful o gas
short of leg and long on go
and a rack like bardot
she had a stub of a nose and a gap of a tooth
got her tilt in her lilt with her thigh-high boots
she put a two-smoke hex on them tee-shirt squids
she threw a spit of a chaw on their piss-boy hoots
she got a S painted on her side
speed n sport n suicide
shag n stomp n stretch n slide
slow down time, swell up space
speed n scrape n somersault
sparks a-fly, she’ll admit no fault
aint no rat she wont race
she got no sissy cat, she got no enviro pipes
she told me
she spits out the sheets of the acid rain
and shits out the air pollution
she flares out scads o get-away-gas
she turds out the nasty mogas scat
lift her head, say
overall, she give-a-damn
— our girl liked her drink by the quart
in turn number five, she said
she shook her tailfeather
i goosed her n she never slowed
she stood her hands-on-hip
she chucked me down the road
and I let my backbone slip.