Gettin’ liquored up can make ya do crazy things.
Like back in my drinkin’ days carousin’ about.
I ‘member that wild time down in south Texas.
Drinkin’ for days…tequila, rum, whiskey, whatever.
There was a for real hoedown of the lowdown.
My new drinkin’ buddy says to me, “Ese,
That guy over there been fuckin’ your wife.”
Ain’t nothin’ like the menace of a drunkin’ cowboy.
The music stopped, the bar cleared, the only dancin’
Was me poundin’ on that poor son’bitch’s face.
Threw the asshole across a table and bit off an ear.
My amigo passed me a knife, a real pig sticker.
“Time to take you wife a special present, no?”
I cut my victim’s belt ready to jerk his pants down.
I held the blade poised for the slicing off of
The trophy of retribution, vengeance be mine.
Then, I suddenly remembered, I’m not married.
Sally had a
She was more a
Mobil home ho
Than trailer trash.
She took no shit
And moved with
A marked sense of
She could cold-cock
A man with a
Well swung bottle
With her eyes closed.
Those who knew her
Said she had
In attitude, outlook,
And demeanor since
She left the convent.
Still, her man, Jeffrey
Spoke well of her
When she had him
In a headlock.