sweet maria, there is dew on the roses cut for you
and mechanical bulls in the plains railroads were spiked to.
oh! when the levee broke, every chevy sunk like a stone skipped against
the riverbed from the shore where the ripples end.
sweet maria said,
“for christ’s sake,
give me a goddamn break!”
then the flood came & washed
travis county, texas, away.
stomachs stuffed full of fishing lures;
the beer got warm in the cooler.
half a bathtub frames our lady of lourdes.
we caught no fish, just drowned some worms.
i bumped in to the devil on the street
“don’t i know you?” he says. i says, “maybe.”
he asked me where i’m heading, i told him and amused
the devil said, “funny that’s where i’m going too.”
“for christ’s sake,
give me a goddamn break!”
then the flood came & washed
travis county, texas, away.
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if you've never wanted to have someone's baby, if you've never rolled one up with a shitty excuse, if you've never checked back there to see if s/t/he/y were/was alive, you don't get it rachel