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DELUDED CUSTODIANS | JULY 2025 PROMPT
Uber
With apologies to Harry Chapin’s ‘Taxi”
Dry as a bone, in Calzoncillos
I needed one more hit to make my night
The Uber app lit up my cellphone
I stared at the address with a fright
It’d been a while since I’d seen Mrs. Jackson
We went our separate ways long ago
I drove around and parked down the street
I knew I’d have to take it slow.
I tried to approach, sneaking up to the door
In the quiet dark of the night
But when I stepped up onto the deck
She turned on the porch light
You see, she was gonna be a killer
Yeah, she was gonna learn to kill
I was headed off to the brothels
You know, just for the thrill
I said, “How are you, Jackson?”
She said, “How are you, Steve?
If you think you’re gonna kill me with that knife,
I think, you’d better leave.”
But I made my way in and sat myself down
She gave me some herbal tea
“There’s only one way out of this, you know
It’s gotta be you or me.”
