"IF YOU AIN'T A CHICKEN BABY...COME HERE!"
by @donall-dempsey
"IF YOU AIN'T A CHICKEN BABY...COME HERE!"
Comes home in tears
fortune teller in the flats
has assured her
that she is a lovely woman
and I am a very bad man
altogether
and she must
must leave me
to save her own
sanity.
I go to see the gypsy
get it straight from the horse's mouth.
She an old cartoon crone
straight out of Arthur Rackham.
She's got someone else's
future in her hand.
I wait in the living room
the usual nick-nacks
faded China dolls
from all over the world
and stuck in a corner
the latest Prince vinyl
Dirty Mind...it's black shellac
peeping out of it stiff white sleeve.
Controversy still spanking
brand new.
Can't imagine her
giving Head a listen
or grooving to
Do It All Night.
Jack You Off....Do Me Baby
just not her - style somehow.
She smiles
"the grand childer's!"
Checks my hand
for what can be
wrung out of
the future.
She informs me
I am the nicest man ever
but that I live with
a terrible woman altogether
and that I must
must leave her
to save
my sanity.
I leave
to save my sanity.
"Sure won't I be
seeing ya to the door!"
She sings sotto
voce to herself.
"Alright say, we'll put some funk on here
I'll jack you off
If you ain't a chicken baby, come here!"