She's not a big city girl,
lives just outside it
on the outskirts,
where living
them slickers say
is not as tough
as the mean streets.
But she can skin a ****
bale hay all day long &
knock a bottle off at 40 yards.
I saw her once run
up a thousand granite stairs
like an Olympic runner
& she picks tomatoes
by the bushel.
And at night,
when the moonlight
comes around,
I can smell her sweet cornbread,
she feeds me just right,
tames the beast in me
& that ain't easy townies.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
She's not a big city girl,
lives just outside it
on the outskirts,
where living
them slickers say
is not as tough
as the mean streets.
But she can skin a ****
bale hay all day long &
knock a bottle off at 40 yards.
I saw her once run
up a thousand granite stairs
like an Olympic runner
& she picks tomatoes
by the bushel.
And at night,
when the moonlight
comes around,
I can smell her sweet cornbread,
she feeds me just right,
tames the beast in me
& that ain't easy townies.
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