Lightning Woman - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
This lightning woman works on gasoline.
This is where you fill her up, right
In these lips; they are adjustable,
And come in any color;
Her tank is good for twenty gallons,
And her breasts for two gallons more,
To get you that extra mile;
But don’t overload her or she’ll spill!
The lightning woman can kill two chickens
And she is mad transportation-
If you start out on her,
You can start out in snow and wind up in sun,
Or visa versa, as is you wish,
But keep her out of the graveyard weeds,
Or she’ll bog
Happy man, now, I can tell-
This woman here, my man,
She sells herself, and you can do other things too,
But she don’t cook;
She don’t do that, my son-
If you break her, she’s yours,
But I can see you want to buy her anyway-
There isn’t a model I haven’t sold;
Used to sell Bibles, and edible tattoos,
Now just her,
And I always will....
This one here, with the vermilion stems and
(We can put bolts on her ribs,
And tickle them when you are alone,
After we are done)
She’s good for the road at a gallop-
Heehaw, boy can she leap traffic too,
But it will take everything you got to own her,
And more, son, and more,
But she’s unafraid, I can guarantee that-
She’ll peal a rattlesnake or track a bear,
But after she’s done with that scene,
You’ll have to deal with the mess....
And did I mention she can kill two chickens a second?
Just remember to keep her out of
The graveyard weeds, or she’ll bog.
Good, now I see that we’ve come to an agreement:
Which of these lips shall we put
On her kiss?
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