Wednesday, January 1, 1975

The Bitch

1975 Rhoda meets Jim

He wakes with a roar

and before you're warned,

He beats down your door,

Yea, shit over warmed.

Ask him anything

and "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"

is the song he'll sing,

like only he can.

He'll bitch about life,

He'll bitch about death,

No cares for other's strife,

if he has a bitching breath.

"Do me a favor, Jim"

Hell, don't waste your time,

He'll say "Hell NO!"

not maybe,

"Your troubles are not mine."

Well yea, Mr. Cooper,

You've got a mean mouth,

But ya ain't got a clean swoop,

Cuz ya ain't the worst in the south.

Bitch at me Babe,

and I'll bitch right back,

Soon will come the day

When I'm gonna knock you flat.

But for now I'm mild

Sweet as fresh grass,

And until I go wild,

Just kiss my ass!!

Unbelievable I would go on to marry this guy not once but twice!

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