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Yesterday was fried ham and chit'lins served twice.
But today, yes sweet Lord, it's now in your hands,
Ain't nothin' shakin' now but the baby grand.
I'm tipsy when bread dough rises, like my love.
Oh dear God, I can't help myself, like my love.
On the stove, butter melts on hot slabs of bread.
I'm tipsy when the yeast goes straight to my head.
Can't hear you, you know what I'm talkin' about.
Soon's the weather breaks tonight she's goin' out.
She'll be dressed for sin, and won't be stayin' in.
She's smellin' BBQ from the chicken shack
Near the house of ill repute across the track.
But this sinner don't care what the hell she wears,
Or doesn't cook for dinner, and I'm beggin'
As darkness swallows her and laughs at my tears.
Paper-Thin Promises
Wasted Words.
Waiting
Written as 11-syllable count per line.
I was listening to some prime blues on my headphones last night and suddenly got the urge to write some "song lyrics" like I'd written a blues song myself. The rough draft has since gone through numerous tweaks. Still, I enjoyed putting this together even though I've never written a piece in this style, but blues has been running through me ever since I can remember listening to music. If you want to hear the music that inspired me, click on the link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWwUQ6… - Robert William Gary Moore (4 April 1952[1] – 6 February 2011), was a Northern Irish musician, most widely recognised as a singer and guitarist.)
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Kitchen Blues
"Soon as the weather breaks tonight,
she's goin’ out, she won’t be stayin’ in.
She’ll smell BBQ from the chicken shack
near the red lights 'cross town.,"
Suggested by Mrs-Freestar-Bul "rhyme and rhythm and a very delightful entertaining atmosphere"
He Found Me Before I Knew 
"home from work
he finds me on the bed
in a pile of warm laundry;"
Suggested by Mrs-Freestar-Bul "Ordinary little details from one's life, beautifully described in haiku "
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I was going to ask about a line that confused me, but I figured it out. I was just me being dense because I misread the earlier parts of the poem.
The final stanza makes me reinterpret this poem. I though it was upbeat at first, but now I tend to read it as more of a dark tone. I'm reading some darker poets though, so I might be skewed toward that interpretation.