the Mom and the Kids and the Trailor and the Sid.

She lives in a trailer
with her four kids,
a dog, a cat,
and a man named Sid.

Her kids wear hand-me-downs
that don’t include shoes,
and she makes art,
while humming the blues.

Tin cans of beans,
used to build drums,
maracas, and symbols,
the kids sit on their bums.

She forces them out,
to play with their friends,
getting them out of her hair,
she trims her split ends.

Molly, May, Susie, Jack,
the “mom” can’t wait,
‘til they all start school,
so she can paint.

Her canvas fills,
with colors so rare,
reds are common,
like the glow of a flare.

All she thinks is,
who the hell are these kids?
As she dreams of blues, greens, lilacs,
and forgets about Sid.

 

I think it's retarded, but hopefully some ppl will chuckle over it

 

at the suggestion of Dangermoose i did a different version where i Allude to rhyming.... lol

She lives in a trailer
with her four kids,
a dog, a cat,
and a man named,
Sidney Robert Walker.

Her kids wear hand-me-downs
that don’t include shoes,
and she makes art,
while humming,
Muddy Waters.

Tin cans of beans,
used to build drums,
maracas, and symbols,
the kids sit on their,
behinds.

She forces them out,
to play with their friends,
getting them out of her hair,
she trims her split,
hair shafts.

Molly, May, Susie, Jack,
the “mom” can’t wait,
‘til they all start school,
so she can,
use her paintbrush.

Her canvas fills,
with colors so rare,
reds are common,
like the glow of a,
gun that shoots light.

All she thinks is,
who the hell are these kids?
As she dreams of blues, greens, lilacs,
and forgets about
Sidney Robert Walker.

 

yes..the second one is better. i like it. its fucked up and makes me angry.

 

I felt like I was in a trailor park.

 

ok...so was she trippin or what?

 

no that was her everyday life... i guess it was like she living in a dream, but no, she wasn't on drugs... some ppl go crazy without them

 

ahh