Poor Mother Hubbard

Poor Mother Hubbard

A Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

 

Poor Mother Hubbard
Went to the bedroom,
To tell her husband she was home:
When she walked in
she witness the bastar sin
And kicked the tramp out.

She went to the store
To buy a few things;
For when she returned
He’s as good as dead.

She became the grim reaper
To send him to hell;
When she slit his throat
She laughed at the gargling sound.

She dug a big hole
and put him in deep
with his dirty secret,
Then off to slay the ho.

She broke into her house
then broke her neck
without any remorse
because it didn’t feel wrong.

She went on a spree
killing many men and s***s;
When she felt vindicated
she shot herself dead.

© 2019 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)


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The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

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Birth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..

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