Our Sister of the Swamps

Our Sister of the Swamps

She brushes her hair and climbs into the car

pig-headed about the weekend dance

even when she knows every sleaze in town

will be there pitching his fork for a piece of her ass

she’s not familiar with love but is adamant

about finding out

Our sister of the swamps has a way with men

she stuffs her bra with tissue

and puts on the lavender hot-pants

She’s going to have a ball

even if it is with some confused dyke

that doesn’t care what it is she’s got between her legs

swamp fever will do you in every time

She’s hopeful she won’t get asked out

by some self-absorbed idiot that never reads

although she’s ready with the eye-liner

just in case, she needs to go punk

and scare somebody off