I Get Southern When I've Had Enough

Mere Smith


the eyeliner's coming off
on my fingers now

i'm forgetting i'm all made-up.

a bing
a bong
a ring a ding dong
and it's three
oh fuck
ing clock
in the morning

my gawd
miss scar
lett

you sho do looka fright
with yo lipstick all smearied
on yo teeth and yo eyes
blooded shot straight
outta yo head

butterfly,
i smile pleasantly,
mint julep tonguelickin,

would you do me the favor
of fuckin yourself sideways
and leavin me here with my booze?

that southern belle
a ring a
ding dong
comes through when i'm workin
on you

i stretch my wrinkles deeper
just jab my thumbnails up my nose
to keep smiling

no reason
no rhyme

i ain't your girl
friend

i ain't even your
bestman's quick fuck

you see
it's three

and i'm not even awake
for the tea
party

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