Poetry – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner

 

There was a crooked girl

She drove a crooked car

I met the crooked girl

in a crooked people bar

 

She don’t sleep at night

talks the hours away

wigglin’, gigglin’

she come out to play

 

Little bit o’ gypsy

dancin’ by the moon

likes to play with fire

& the silver spoon

 

Crooked little girl

drove her crooked car

out into the desert

underneath the stars

 

Daddy called her princess

Momma called her pie

Preacher called her darlin’

taught her how to fly

 

Folk sit & wonder

why don’t she come home

Crooked little girl

got the travelin’ bone

 

Native folk don’t mettle

with the crooked or the damned

leave ’em hell alone

hide ’em from the man

 

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tom (WordWulf) sterner 2016 ©

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