Family reunion of the southern fried lifeA Poem by Baby RicochetAnother quickieWe're going to my dysfunctional family Affair If you shot me right now I just wouldn't care Every year it's our private depair I'm ready to run screaming before I get there
Aren't you supposed to be coming tonight It's almost 6:30 you know that's not right What do you mean you got a Tarantula bite You're not getting out of this reunion tonight
Just walk through the door and get in the car Stop faking an aneurism you little retard Just sit quietly on the couch that isn't so hard I swear I'll drag you across our front yard
You finally relented and over the hills we went Down the road to where my childhood was spent If I ever want sex again you said I could get bent That's why hookers is where all our money is spent
So up to the front of the house we pull up Where pitbulls are chained up to pickup trucks Where a double wide trailer is spending big bucks if you want to eat healthy you're s**t out of luck
Here come my two cousins Wilber and Jed They kept them chained up in the back of a shed Until they arranged for Jed to be wed and dropped rocks on Wilber's soft little head
Then up rolls my five hundred pound aunt With her scary a*s cameltoe riding her pants I try to look away but somehow I just can't The site always put me in a horrified trance
Then there's the table overflowing with food jugs full of moonshine the oldman had brewed gangs of toddlers running around in the nude a fleabag old hound dog someone named beu
Goddamn it I hate it when she serves wine She digs up the cheapest s**t every time I think their's bug spray mixed up in mine She's trying to kill me well aint that just fine
Jesus Christ what did she put in this It Tastes like Pregnant Rhino piss She's crazy if she thinks I'm eating this and then I can hear you starting to hiss
It's my favorite 3rd cousin the family s**t So that's what just crawled up your butt You know she's the first girl I ever fucked Shouldn't have told you that now I'm stuck
She batted her eyes and said Hi Ricochet and I thought you might just kill me today Glaring at me like you could shoot death rays this is the south baby we do things that way
So then the old man gets all liquored up and drops his false teeth into your cup Then falls face first into maple syrup Then I see you slowly start to get up
You say we are out of here right the f**k now If you forgot the way I'll show you how Say all your goodbyes and take your last bow Seeing your w***e cousin is more than allowed
So we went back to our humble little life Me the good husband you the good wife But every year we go through the strife Of the family reunion with southern fried life
© 2012 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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19 Reviews Added on September 25, 2012 Last Updated on September 26, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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