I can't remember much
Except for the sudden lurch
Of that soggy organ in my chest
The one covered by my
Carefully revealed breasts
(not too much, just enough to entice)
It all tasted of smoke and beer
Nicotine-scented, horned
Like a steer, bristly as a hog.
I saw it all through a fog
Of mascara and horror
Felt the hook of the song
As chance would have it
Ironical sing-along
From the Good Book
Oh Lord Oh Lord
A stuttering song
And then I felt the bullet
It slapped right through it
And the heart thing mangled
And dangled and jangled
I thank thee, Lord I'm a country girl,
All for Birth and Gun Control
Into thy hands I commend my soul
MC
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