kalifornia graves


Cowboy Suicide - Poem by kalifornia graves

drivin down this lonely road got woman on my mind
...half a bottle of whiskey when it's finished I'll be fine
things start to get blurry and memories fill my head
if things go as I've planned them i will soon be dead
started out in Omaha when i was seventeen
he broke my ribs and kicked me out
my daddy sure was mean
as i lie there bloody in the snow one thought occurred to me
i won't end up like my old man
that's not my destiny
started drivin big rigs
the only thing i knew
truck stop whores and hotel rooms
that's what got me through
I've had some good times but mostly bad
in this life I've led
sometimes I'd feel the rage come on and that's when they bled
i cut'em up those filthy whores they got what they deserved
and if they ever catch me
my lifetime will be served
but i won't die in prison and die like my old man
I'll drive my truck off this here cliff
and end it while i can
the road is gettin windy and the cliffs a comin fast
my next step is a doozy and it will be my last
as i lie there bloody in my truck one thought occurs to me
i didn't die like my old man
and now I'm finally free

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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