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Human Litter, Trailer Trashby Cathy Buburuz
A red neck sittin'
on an old lawn chair
oblivious neighbors
who just don't care
human litter, trailer trash
drinking beer with Johnny Cash
Folsom Prison
and a Boy Named Sue
a wife with black eyes
and a go screw you
a TV blarin'
with old rabbit ears
a rusted old Chevy
don't give me the gears
a gun rack with a rifle
hangs in the living room
the whole decrepit trailer
reminds her of a tomb
a wailing baby on a blanket
in the corner on the floor
makes her seriously wonder
if she can take this anymore
social assistance checks
six bottles of wine
Saturday nights
a real good time
junk yard dog
cat with fleas
a bitch for a wife
who just can't please
pass another bottle
don't mess with this man
and the wife pulls the trigger
just because she can.
© Buburuz, 2006
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Canadian horror writer Cathy Buburuz lives in Saskatchewan where she edits Champagne Shivers for Sam's Dot Publishing in Iowa. In 2006, her tall tales will appear in print in Wicked Karnival, Book of Dark Wisdom, The Blackest Death Volume III, Hungur Magazine, Aoife's Kiss, and Chainsaw Magazine. To have Cathy Buburuz's horror poetry collection Insanity on Ice delivered to your door, click on this link: http://www.projectpulp.com/item_detail.asp?bookID=475206801