She Said
She said I was a no good son of a bitch.
I said she was a sorry ass worthless cunt.
She took a swing at me with a bar ashtray.
She missed, fell the fuck down, I laughed,
Which pissed the wench off all the more.
I dumped a glass of beer on her while she
Lay on the floor still screamin’ in her fury.
The bar maid came around and got her up
And helped her stagger outside to her car
Where she either passed out or mercifully
Slipped into a deep liquor induced sleep.
Maybe, I am a no good son of a bitch but
She couldn’t be an authority on the matter.
Didn’t know her, hadn’t ever spoke to her,
First time I ever seen her. I must have that
‘No good son of a bitch’ tattooed across my
Forehead.
Horror Sleaze Trash 