Debbie Kirk on the Other Side of the
Cocky for Christ
Broken rib from the Dwarves show
And Christy took 3 shots of whiskey at 3 am
And I shot wishes into the sky
With an evil glare.
Too old for this shit
My body is treated
Like the temple of doom
And even if I put holy water behind my ears
You can smell him on me
Regaining stability
Gives way to have freedom
To let your mind wander
I wonder if the preacher
Had an erection when he baptized me.
I was 15
And my foster parents made me do it.
I make the sign of the devil
And point the finger at my makers
You fucks know who you are.
Living in the obligatory starving artists pad
A small room in a garage.
More spiders and bugs
Than is necessary,
That's how I feel personally.
So yesterday I sprayed for fleas
Today my cat was throwing up
And for a short period of time
She disappeared.
I was convinced that she went somewhere to die
That I had poisoned her
And my last shrink almost fell out of her chair
When I told her If I went I was taking my cat with me
She wanted to turn me in for animal abuse
I wanted to do the same to her.
So, Babydoll my cat was gone.
Goddamn broken rib
10 thousand emails that need shit
right now
and I actually prayed instead of preyed.
It was a instinctual move that
I have been socialized to make.
All I promised was
That if Babydoll could be ok
I would try to believe
In a god.
Well, I tried
Blowing cattails into the wind
Next to the swamp
Kool aide and sticker collections
But I just can't believe in anything.
However,
There's a punk show tonight
And Im gonna wrap up my ribs
Go
And get loaded.
That way I will be cocked and ready
If I am wrong
And it shows up at my door
To collect.
© Copyright Debbie Kirk 2005