trailer park soul

by thejimihindranceexperiece

the last stanza’s are something like this:

we know jane’s addiction 

ain’t no rocknroll band

but truth creates friction 

on gilligan’s island

black velvet underground 

ain’t no rocknroll

paranoid tweekers 

really take a toll

a white trash recipe

velveeta rocknroll

spiritually hungry

feed my trailer park soul

this is my work and it is unfinished.  i  claim copyright anyway.  

hiding in the toilet 

of a spacious double wide

something’s cookin’ in the kitchen

secret very hard to hide

holes in the siding 

under huge butterflies

children always hiding 

thunder quiet cries

keep ‘em fulla pills

coverup dad’s lies

amoco red roses 

for purple black eyes

victoria’s secret 

delivered by mail

hope they find daddy

sneaky bastard jumped bail

hundred dollar undies 

on broken clothes lines

no laughs at al bunny

with overdue fines