Red Flags

Well, I’m a different writer
But it’s the same ol’ trope
Talkin’ ’bout a couple of kids
Who decided to elope
They were forbidden lovers
Their parents didn’t approve
So they packed their things
And they were on the move
First stop was Vegas
They found a chapel there
Got hitched by a preacher
Who had Elvis Presley hair
Then they both got jobs
To eat & pay other bills
But they soon were addicted
To gambling for thrills
One night at Caesar’s Palace
They were on a winning streak
At one of the Craps tables
They he had to take a leak
She at the table on her own
And she bet it all on black
But the ball landed on red
The chips were put in the rack

That was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
And he decided he’d had enough
The times were getting too tough
Told her he’d rather
have a stroke or heart attack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

So he went on his own way
Left her there without anything
And she sat outside on a bench
She thought of pawning her ring
Then someone from Valet
Asked if everything was all right
She said she had nowhere to go
She needed a room for the night
And the Valet decided to help her
Got her a room for a few days
So she’d be off the streets &
Not hitching rides on highways
Not selling herself for money
Or blowing it all on meth & drinks
Not chasing users and abusers
Not washing in Truck Stop sinks

Cause that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
She was sick of losing the game
And being told she was to blame
Her boyfriend keeping a gun
In his Army green gunnysack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

June 21, 2019

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Published by Matthew Kenneth Gray

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