
Corset Lightning
thud the tire's flat
model A-list carrying
corset lightning the jugs
halted the moonshine run
she threw
down her hat
kicked the right tire
left the car where it sat
hell bent for leather to fill
the saloon mugs to hell with the
preacher and what he thought he knew
that nun was well hidden hot scandal burned
the church devil's forecast disguised the weather
she carried those
mighty jugs through flames
and alias pulpits down hypocrisy road
lumber mill coffers hustling to cover up
the sawdust piled high with their crooked names
you could hear the gossip for a mile the wood going
to the whores the whole damn load hitched to the horses hames
for bed frames to make preacher come but liquor was quicker and
we got richer robbery killed jesse james
corset lightning
and garter snakes
jackasses in the field
plowing the jew bribes more
than a few forty miles of bad road
ghost riders in the sky the amish pickles
were dilled blessing the spirit guitar duane eddy wore
bibles and
hymnals in the
pocket behind the pew
choose well what literature
you put in your hand ask yourself
if the truth expires in the god forsaken land
sin tax on corset lightning is cheaper than paying
the king pin reaper
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
Sandie
Ron