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Don't you give me that sassy lip
I don't have the time or the patience
To listen to your puffed up propaganda
And your ugly lie voices
They sound real big and mighty
But something in your tone
Just doesn't quiet sit right
When I take it at face value
Sounds insolent and petulant
Something's just telling me, no
No you know better than that
Like when a small child tells you,
"Nothings wrong"
Yeah, my foot nothings wrong
What are you doing over there
That you don't want me to see?
I trust you about as far as I could throw you
And honey, your too big for me to be throwing very far
I'll tell you I'm about to give you reason for a fat lip
If you take that tone with me again
I'll let you know what’s up
And not lose any sleep about it
You want to talk to me like that
Well we'll see how you take that tone with me
I worked hard for the things I got
And I'm not about to let you
Go off and ruin my sweet Sunday morning singing
With your bad news blues
Having the preacher talk about the sad state of my nation
Where my people; my friends and family
Work hard and keep an honest look in their eyes
Just you sitting there with your fancy sassy lip
Makes me so hopping mad,
Because I knew your mama and your mama's mama
And I know we raised you up better than that
So get that long mean look off your face
And some respect in your mouth
Because I don't have the time nor the patience to be fooling around
And Lord knows I have enough things to worry about
With putting food on the table and getting through the wash
Without worrying about my boy half a world away
And you not telling me where there going
How they're getting there
Or just when exactly it is they'll be coming home
And trying to tell me with that lip of your’s
How to spend my money and my time
Which isn't very much consequence to you
But I'll tell you I know what’s what when I hear it
And Lordy, have I ever heard it all now
I've got no time and no more patience
So put up that God forsaken sassy lip
I beg to Heaven Almighty forgive me if you don't

Does the wadded up paper ball or the bowling ball fall faster?

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The following comments are for "Letter to the President"
by thesadpoet

apple pie and white fences
-of note is your vernacular, very consistent in most your writings. My worry is that this could have been a bit more creative. What came to mind right away was George Bush Jr.'s mom pleading to his son. The image of that is very back woods, old home type of setting. Like a child that has been smoking and mom just found out about it. Again, the idea here is wonderful; our world leaders give us much to frustrate over! I just could not get into this one. Then again, i am not much to write home about.

thanks for sharing.

( Posted by: pablowilliams [Member] On: October 4, 2009 )

say it
LOL I don't know that the poetic art is being held up here, but 'TESTIFY' and rant away.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: October 4, 2009 )

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