Dove done gone pecked out mah eyes
an’ made nests outta tha sockets.
‘at’s why ah cain’t see straight.
Well, that, an’ tha pigtails
you been pullin’
an’ takin’ off yer kiddie gloves,
pullin’ no punches, neither.
We continue
to play this game
of cowboys an’ injuns,
wrangling me
from the safety
of my tee-pee
saving me
from whichever gods
I hold dear.
Square dancin’
line dancin’
doin’ the Texas Star
all over mah feelings.
Offerin’ up this here white flag
mah handkerchief
symbologizin’ surrender
and you give me no quarter.