AN OLD WORLDLY WOOD, WHERE THE TREES LONG HAVE STOOD
CUT THROUGH BY THE TRACKS, OF LIP SMACKING MAX
AND MOST WALK AROUND, SO ALONE THEY ARN'T FOUND
BY THE LIP SMACKING MAX, AND HIS WILD DOG PACKS
WAS TEN YEARS AGO, BUT IT HARDLY SEEMS SO
WHEN SWEET LITTLE DEBBY, IN HER TRUSTU OLD CHEVY
SHORT CUT THE WOODS, WHERE THE TREES LONG HAVE STOOD
AND BROKE DOWN IN THE NIGHT, WITH OUT A FLASH LIGHT
SWEET LITTLE DEBBY WAS THE EDIBLE TYPE
BUT DIDN'T BELIVE INT HAT CRAZED KILLER HYPE
SO SHE KICKED OFF HER HELLS, AND ROLLED HER NYLONS DOWN
BAREFOOT SHE'D WALK TO THE NEXT TOWN
SENSE OF DIRECTION WAS NOT HER STRONG SUIT
AND ALONE IN THE NIGHT, WITH OUT A FLASH LIGHT
TREES GET IN THE WAY AND SHE HEARS THE DOGS BAY
AND SHE KNOWS THIS IS IT, BUT SHE CANT RUN A BIT
AND THE JAWS CLAMPING DOWN
AND THE BLOOD ON THE GROUND
AND A BODY NEVER FOUND
SO LATE IN THE FALL
MAX ATE HER UP
NYLONS AND ALL
WHEN YOUR OUT INT HE WOODS
WHERE THE TREES LONG HAVE SOOD
AND YOU HEAR A SAVAGE RHYTHM, CONSIDER IT GIVEN
LIP SMACKING MAX, AND HIS SHARP TINY AX
LIMB MORE THEN TREES, AS HIS DOGS, SCRATCHING FLEAS
WAIT FOR THEIR PARTS, LEHT LIVER AND HEARTS
MAX BLOWS UP THE BLADDERS, JUST LIKE A BALLOON
THEN THE DOGS JOIN HIM HOWLING AT THE OCTOBER MOON.
Don Sieloff october 30, 1996
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