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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