Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Roving


Roving
By Nishi Serrano
 
 
I’m-a hungry, I’m-a hungry, I’m-a rovin’ an’ empty

ma boots is all muddy an’ the tin can is rusty

poor fool in the saddle who’s bottle is broken

an’ the sky is whiskered like them devils in Jersey

Percolatin’ skin under the sun an’ the gin

I’m-a hungry an’ rovin’ an’ drowned as ma sins

Good luck to ya beggars an’ braggarts with whores

I’m-a hungry an’ rovin’ soon to knock on yer door

Shuck ma with shooters not one bullet bites

ma hungry tum itches to scratch out yer eyes

I’m-a hungry, I’m-a hungry, I’m-a rovin’ an’ empty

a dead poke in tatters, a zombie ma friend.

 

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