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Watch Whachu Say

You're momma taught you what she should
You're daddy did what he could but you don't
Learn to good
Watch what you say around my baby sister, oh

I tried to take it slow
I tried to let it go
But you've got no manners, no

You've got no manners, no

You think that it's a joke
You're nothing but broke
You've driven me to drink and smoke

You've got no, no manners, no


Cigarettes

I saw this girl walkin, stylin, girl, smokin, talkin
This song ain't about that. It's just about my
new pack of cigarettes.

Nothing don't rhyme with a new pack of cigarettes
Nothing don't shine like a new pack of cigarettes
Yeah

I been workin all day in them cotton fields
Dancing all night in my uptown heels
I got a brand new pack of cigarettes
I love how that feels

Nothing passes time like a new pack of cigarettes
Nothing's all mine like a new pack of cigarettes
Yeah

Went out to my boy's house he's shakin me down
cause he knows I got that fresh pack around
Fresh pack around

A Poem About Curtis

Once a time in Sunday School
although I knew it wasn't cool
I left behind a bunny stool,
not the kind you sit on.

Sometimes it is hard to pass,
on showing what you think of class
When your professor is an ass,
the kind that you can sit on.

The Dream

Hope,
This is kind of depressing. And I woke up late so I just wrote it.
Luvs you!!!
Kaytay

We were in another town. Always, another town. There were dogs without homes too, thinking following us would make one appear. Every place we went people knew me, thought they knew me. Old women in the grocery store dropped cans and ran to the confused arms of store employees when I passed. A man pulled me aside, "do you know who this is?" He pointed at a huge portrait of a girl that looked just like me, hung behind curtains on the grocery store wall.

We were in their homes, sliding open doors, running through clean carpeted rooms we'd never felt on our feet, sliding over beds, scared and giggling. All of them were clean, unlocked, perfect pastel houses towering one next to the other, so close you could climb across the horizon.

We got braver. Wearing bathing suits, walked up to them in their kitchens, pretending to be home inspectors. It's all about confidence.

Finally we found a pool. A stoic father and his thin, consciousness-hating son came and joined us. They knew we didn't live there.

On the train ride to the next town we made fun of them. Mean, childish words pouring out of our mouths we couldn't stop.

I started thinking about Emily, how she tried to explain who I was. She showed me pictures of a girl just like me with children I didn't know. I could tell she was happy and making them laugh. They came right before she told me her name.

We got off the train. This town was burned almost to the ground, we ran around collecting anything we thought was useful or interesting. The dogs followed us.

That was before they shot Elmer.

Run

Blowing trees, rolling grass
clouds and leaves rushing past
you could see, you could see, you could see, you were me

Now you've died I'm alive,
now you're dead it's just me.

Stand alone on a cinder block
and preach to the bugs about all you learned about God
and such before you lose your mind, child.

You were surrounded,
it wasn't long, you weren't loved long.

You ran so fast, you ran so fast
you ran so mother effing fast
Run, run, run.

You could see, you could see, you could see, you were me.

Now you've died I'm alive
Now you're dead, it's just me.

Ode to a Dustpan

Blue and square
with flattened face
I could swear
I know your taste

Hint of mint
a touch of cherry
These are scents
of my cousin Larry

Your handle firm
attached to broom
covered in germ
from about the room

Beware dustbunny
Be vigilant, wee trash
be quickly run-ey
or be abashed

What is abashed
Is that the right word? (Put that there)
Taken and trashed
Like a worm by a bird

A worm I guess that the bird doesn't want, I guess.
Cause don't birds like worms? Don't they eat them and such?
Well, eaten and and trashed are neither more nor less
And arguing about it seems kind of butch.

You know how to have those dreams where there is a song you write or hear and it's the most beautiful song in the world but when you wake up you can't remember it at all?

Well I remembered mine. And this is how it goes:

I'll be waiting for you
I'll be waiting for you
And I'll be your guard dog
Because you seriously need a guard dog.

Notes from Church

That little blonde girl was blowing bubbles with her spit. I accidentally gave her a dirty look and she now looks petrified and there's a spit bubble on her upper lip.

Emily's mouth doesn't always close all the way and I'm not sure why. Her eyes don't always close all the way either.

Once upon a time there were three naughty piglets. Other people thought they were naughty a little I guess but mostly they were just obnoxious to be around because they THOUGHT they were so naughty.

One of them was bossy (Hope), one of them liked to play it cool (Lydia), and one of them was just gross (me).

They liked to play in the woods and shoot their guns and smoke and defecate in holes in the ground. One day their play time was interrupted by a little white bunny walking up to them.

Unsure how to react, the littlest one said "hi" in its squeaky pig voice.

"Word." said the bunny, sipping a Corona. The pigs were taken aback by this show of bravado.

"Let's be friends." said the bunny. The smallest piglet hugged him.

But he hugged him too tightly and choked him out on accident.

For a while they played doctor, with the bossy pig wanting to perform surgery, but being overruled.

When the bunny still didn't wake up they played soccer with him being the ball, & the defecation hole being the goal.

The bunny woke up.

"I need a cigarette" he said with pomp.