Abuse - The Salting Down Of Mrs Snow
 
Such a shame, 'bout Mrs. Snow
She's not the lady that we know
They say she lost her mind Tuesday
While organizing gamma rays
 
And then she drank some gasoline
Sleep walking through a desert dream
She dug a hole straight through her wall
To see the moon, when crickets called
 
She wears her shoes upon her ears
So she can say....I didn't hear
Binds her braids with licorice
Green jello powder on her lids
 
She quiet, yet she smiles alot
And always looks like she forgot
The joke before the punchline hit
When dining out, she over tips
 
Such a shame 'bout Mrs Snow
A living, breathing, tale of woe
She's never been one to complain
And no one knows her inner pain
 
Mr. Snow's another bird
A know-it-all of loudest word
Tells her how to think and vote
Critical of all her hopes
 
Corrects her every syllable
Even though he's full of bull
He's loud and confident for sure
He knows it all......and even more
 

 
Mr Snow wants full control, Mr Snow wants power
If she says 30 minutes....he says 1/2 hr
He challenges her every word, and her every move
He's energetic in his quest, for he has much to prove
 
Mr Snow won't let her breathe
Mr Snow won't let her leave
Two months after they were wed
Mrs Snow, moved in her head
 
Mrs Snow's a silloutte
Posture stooped and sadly set
To all she seems a simple soul
A flake for sure, a ditz, and cold
 
Mr Snow will scream all day
Rant 'bout anything she'll say
So Mrs Snow hides in her head
While spreading toothpaste on her bread
 
Mrs Snow lost confidence, Mrs Snow lost pride
Didn't care a fig or hoot, let the MOUTH deceide
He cursed her out, he cursed the air, always in a rage
Mrs Snow lost her key, dying in his cage
 
Mrs Snow forgot her name
But loved the  B L A N K  her brain contained
Inside and free....he could not see
And there composed........her poetry
 
Pax
A
8/13/06