Mama, dat b***h crazy

Mama, dat b***h crazy

see how she tried

and lied

ta take daddy away

Wit huh tasty b***s

she copied off da tube

even Father John said she

was one hell of a lay

I watched her prance

and do many a lapdance

She would even leave huh kid at home

For a hundred a night

it couldn't a been tight

'cause I know she didn't use foam

Dat woman got picked up off the street

One time just wearin' a sheet

She ain't even had no underwear

Daddy said she made him itch

and wonted to thow huh in a ditch

tramp was as busy as da State Fair

Don't worry 'bout daddy leavin'

ain't nobody believin'

dat dat s**t can take yo' man

She just mo' holes in one

even wit dat big ole gun

Just like da one in yo' hand

Reviews

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

I will never find a piece that is like one of yours on here. They are fun and they are deep. its almost like music.

[KaySea]

wow

[HAPPYSMILER]

This poem achieved what the writer has set out for it hitting the spot with a few splendidly described dialogue and crusty verses.
I guess miss crusty knickers will find her place in life and like all of us turn in to a pile of old bones at the end of her seedy life.

[Gracie-San]

This was amusing and clever, like most of your poems. It was really great and I like the dialect that was used. It just added more realism to the poem (for me, at least) and just made it even more great.

I loved it.

[DrSprinkz73]

WOW I love it!! this is so great and the ending was just amazing. I imagined and heard everything in this and it just blew me away like it was a big ole gun