Sunday, March 11, 2012

A Penny for Your Thoughts, Your Honor

Your precious daughter, Jerri Prudence? 
She ain’t worth a plugged nickel 
No more—she done 

Hollered dirty copper after— 
Not before I robbed her cradle— 
She ain’t gonna throw no porno look at me 

No more.


  1. Chilling.

    An anxious glance over the shoulder as a look that could kill sinks in like a blade.

  2. Thanks, Tom--good of you to stop by for the proceedings.