Real Gone baby,
All zithers and strings,
A rust bucket special,
A killer of dreams,
Shh- ***** kitty,
I'll **** ya with love,
It's quiet as slippers
And fits like a glove.
Real Gone baby,
It rattles the walls,
It's a snake that slithers
And a bug that crawls,
Crawls up the alley,
Crawls up your dream,
Its a cat in the curtains,
A mouse on the floor,
A midnight special
And a ten dollar *****.
All riff-raff to Cairo,
Dark hills and coal,
Junk cars and shanties,
Straight time in Sheol.
Real Gone baby,
You won't miss a beat,
Worms in a bucket
And crime on the street.
Real Gone baby,
It's a real drum down,
Its hillbilly heaven,
One hell of a town.
Come on pretty baby,
Give me your hand,
Real Gone baby,
Down in the whale,
Down in the sand.
Real Gone baby
Give me your hand,
Down with the sinners,
Down with the ******.
I am a Spiritual person. A follow of Jesus. But I'm a writer, I have a light and darkness,
Goodness and sin. This is a poem exploring that dark side we all carry