Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, June 4, 2012

Low Down, No Good Jezebel Blues

Women 'spose be sistas, women 'spose be tight
Women 'spose be sistas, yeah we 'spose be tight
But you a twisted sista, you know you ain't acting right.

Thought that I could trust you, really thought I could
Thought that I could trust you, thought I really could
But you been sneakin' round, doin' things ain't no damn good.

You been sayin' I just don't know how to treat a man
You been sayin' I just don't know how to treat my man
Believin' no one else could ever do it to 'em like you can.

You talk behind my back, say I neglectin' my guy
You been spreadin' rumors I neglectin' my guy
So you open up your heart to him and then you open up your thighs.

Well, you can have him now and I wish you both well
You deserve each other; hope you burn up in Hell.


Brian Miller said...

oh i feel a cat fight a comin round the bend...

Kerry O'Connor said...

I spotted this in the RT blogroll - thought it might be for the blues prompt, and Hell's bells did it blow me out the water! You can sing it, sista. Real Good!

JustRex said...

Oooooohhh.. snap!

Scarlet said...

Oh boy ~ I enjoyed the blues sonnet music here ~ Great job ~

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh my...let them have it!! Blues with a punch!!

Kat Mortensen said...

You seriously need to be picking up a guitar for this one! It is great!