i am in a bed of lucky clovers
dead babies in the cage
my own in the pickle jar
my man ran when i told him
i wanted a cucumber
i am not the crazy pitbull lady
living off my golden age memory
i told him
my world ends in your eyes
my cries got rythm when Daddy dances away
the baby dives and wiggles
this must be a joke
the kind a never laugh at
like the time i was tied up with rope
and kept quiet with dope
if gods a comedian
im in the front row of the show
a round of applause
the crowd doesnt care
some people got every shade of negative on their shoe
and its ok
if it isnt you
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