..Armpit of America (Louisiana)...

Piss Pot
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
June 15th, 2006

Driving past the children, playing by that swamp, the armpit of America reeks
Hurricane publicity sent them running, with assistance to states far and wide
For the first time they ate regular meals, felt air conditioning on their sticky
Dry, and damaged skin, for being born in a shack, in New Orleans where spells
Sex, and poverty, rage like the stinking sulfur smell in Seacaucus, New Jersey
Makes your wealth pass the millions, and your knowledge of the alphabet
A doctorate in life, they run and fan like flames, children were
Raped during the storm by their own kind, is incest the new
Means of procreation, is this now West Virginia, can you hop
On Daddy's knee, take a toke off his corn cob pipe, and then
Pull your white cotton panties off, as he shows you his sausage, which is ugly
Hurts, and sears that virginal flesh to smithereens, how many children were
Conceived during the latest legacy of poverty, stench, and wicked life beyond
The bayou, and the wealthy poured into Baton Rouge demanding the best
Begging for mercy, some say God speaks in actions, so we see the end of sin
There in the deep south, where children are born with whiskey in their bottle
They talk funny, eat spicy food, drink bourbon like water, and do
Odd things, men with men, women with women, and never could I
Put that apron about my waist, and sit quietly while you drove out
On a Saturday night to get loaded, expecting me to be there silent
I hate the railroad tracks, the look of sour stomachs in the eyes of middle
Aged men who push a "buggy" at the grocery store for their fat wives seeping
Cellulite from worn out thighs, and somehow by the age of 25 they are dying
The pollution is strong, the rate of cancer high, and the only alligator left went
To Florida where the wages are higher, and a day's work is paid, the power goes
Out when it drizzles, and the rain is coming day in and day out, this the jungle...

Right now I am ending bad beginnings, no longer do I run away, but face the
Pictures lined up in my mind, days that were not happy, times that were filled
With fear, people I do not know to this day, but lived with due to situations
Beyond the scope of justice, the theft and rape of material wealth is but one
Crime, the taking of children from their mother the worst, and making them
Believe the LIE the ultimate sin, it is clear I will not see their father where I go
No day will come when my heart will love again, there is only
Myself staring at God (face to face) knowing now after all this
Time I trust HIM 100%, and the rest of mankind is no better than
Poverty level morons begging for a crumb and a free ride from
The gates of hell they built, the years of sin, sex, and theft of being, and today
My mind is on the existential plain, the long and flat highway of self conceit, and
Rather live within me, then outside with you, so take your cell phone and bury
It deep in your pants pocket, let the battery die, and with that the thought of me
Burrowed deep in that heart a memory of a woman you cannot have
Know she is gone, she died last night, and was absorbed by one sole star
A million light years away, and yes the moon is made of green cheese
Pestilence has grown and today's vipers are diseases like HIV, Hepatitis
The earth is no longer fertile, and the fetid breath of a stinking
Warlock from Mars is your chant of love, marriage, and happiness
Go fuck yourself, with your uncircumcised member, tucked into those dirty jeans
Forget to shave for three or four days, and let the grease of your skin mix
With the sweat of your daily toil, when you awaken on caked sheets, spent with
Human death, then you will know the animal you are (and I cannot be) and the
Woman spinning off in her German sports car at 150 mph has won the race
Shifting into sixth (the black cloud descends) and time has told the tale....

Take your million in dirt, and call it wealth
Take the green from your burgeoning bank account
To a hole out back near the swamp, for I dare you to
Jump in the quicksand, and sink, back where you belong
I love you, now good bye...