Me and my Rotgut Whiskey

She’s really goneShe packed all her thingsShe took the ring I scrimped and saved forOn this freezing day in early SpringI’m left with this bitter stingNow It’s just me and my Rotgut Whiskey She’s really outShe left her phone and a noteShe’s had enough of what we didn’t haveAnd rather than cut her own throatShe […]

Not So Wise

She’s as hot as biscuits on Sunday mornin’ but she can be colder than a witches tit And when I put my right hand in her left one It feels like a worn-in leather baseball mitt And when I look into those turquoise eyes There’s a whole world in there to explore Just when I […]