Garner-Up The Ashtray Dimps Poem by Mark Heathcote

Garner-up the ashtray dimps
And wash it all down…
With the hair of the dog, again...
So you’re in the dumps.

You’re beau hasn’t returned home.
Your hearts going insane!
With pain, shunning away the day-
Again; so he’s not returned home.

So you’ve carved up your heart
And served it up peppery,
Stored - cured in tears of salt
Unsatisfactory; feeling secondary.

Feeling empty all the time darling
When your beau goes out to play
The cowboy in him sleeps in the hay
Well what the, hey…

Garner-up the ashtray dimps
And wash it all down again
Is what I say…?
Is he worth it?

Serve it up peppery,
Stored - cured in tears of salt
Unsatisfactory; feeling secondary.
Baby, too me.

He doesn’t deserve a second chance
I’ll buy the cigs supply the beers
For just you honey,
And another late night dance.