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CLEANING THE HOUSE


Momma has plans for dishes
It's a dark cat's night
Giving up on the wishes
That they treat me right

The they that said they love me
The they that want me for free
The they that need my body
The they that treat me shoddy

Turn me into a dollar-store woman
While I'm Saks Fifth Avenue as they're coming
I am all gold
When I fit their mold

And when I can't
They rave and rant
Give up on me
Because they have another she

Momma's cleaning up the dirt
Gettin' busy so she won't hurt
As they go on home
Leaving me to write a poem

About how I better clean my house first
Use the frustration before I burst
Into that momma who's not nice
When she's growing spikes of ice

Hanging down in her soul
As those two men toll
There in her confused mind
With their other Valentines

My heart's full of holes
Where the cold arctic wind blows
Through the slight mess in my room
Where I let go of their gloom

To drink coffee and smoke cigarettes
Where I will think of this Princess who lets
These two men she loves treat her bad
All because of what her dad

Instilled in her
Before they were
In her life
With this ambivalent strife

That brings her world crashing down
Where she's 6 feet underground
Instead of flying there on high
As the angels in the sky

Momma's old and good
Give up for now she would
All the pain those two men bring
As she cleans alone her heartunes sing.


1/31/2007 1840 cj




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