Betty Shamblin

Betty Shamblin was a product of degenerate illness

Swan song of the choir that was suffering from madness

Married a man that could bring her out of it

Fell into a double-wide, ass burned from the butts left in the recliner

Stuffed her children into a shoebox, hands thrown at their incontinence

Bounty wipe for a wet wipe when there wasn’t enough cash for consequence

Stacks of paper scratch offs in the corner like a treasure chest of casino tokens

But the exchange rate is lousy,

Doesn’t she know dollars are made of cotton?

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