Last Stop 36” x 36”
As far as love the sun is setting
Gone the days of heavy petting
Hopes of romance soon will fade
Like whispers in a hearing aid
They board the bus, the same old ride
To church then home then suicide
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When he got home he found her dead
And he was not a thoroughbred.
They locked him up in County Jail
Remanded with no chance of bail.
No one came to his defense
Although there was no evidence
To support their biased case.
It’s obvious they threw the race.
Tammy 30” x 24”
With her tidy sweet veneer
She hides a jealous little sneer.
Her husband had a roving eye
For a strumpet in a sty.
Now left alone to make her way,
She’s selling gobs of Mary Kay.
And as she paints your lips deep red
She sighs and wishes you were dead.
Daddy 30” x 24”
In a haze of smoke and whiskey
Daddy tended to get frisky
Towards the waitress with the rack
Who gave him his first heart attack.
And also cost him his first wife
Who tried to stab him with a knife
After she had caught the two
In a lurid act of “Moo”
Lil’ Roy 30” x 24”
Once a man with bigger dreams
Than spangled fringe sewn at his seams.
And like a freak put on display
Was forced to sing of things cliché.
He had the call to higher art
But that will only break your heart