I have a snake in my throat,
tobacco spitting son of a bitch.
Twisting its way from the acids
of my stomach. 

Dad had a water moccasin in his throat
when he stood young and tall,
the Navy pulled it out if him.

Momma, she had one too,
Dad extracted it,
shortly after he yanked 
her off of that two wheeled
death machine
and wiped the sunshine
from her skin.



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2 responses to “Rebellion

  1. That, I believe, is whats called making an honest woman out of you. I much prefer to remain dishonest, thank you

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