Grandma Sadie Sed (© 12 bar blues)

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Back home knew an outlaw biker.. strong he was big a weight lifter 

Caught a little trouble needed cash.. a money stash.. became a grifter 

He had lies to surprise any dreamers trick bag eyes.. stories to turn a ladies head..

Night found him day dreaming in his bed.. dreams money led

Then come the day he met Grandma Sadie Sed..

heard she took a .44 belong to Bobby Sed..

took grifter to the country just to have some fun..

introduced a fool to her old man Bobby’s gun..

Poor boy.. eight ball spot.. now what you got?

Thief was solid dick always looking for a trick.. he always hid..

Running keeping quiet bout his thieving hand.. cannot rob a trick once they

understand.. what he does gonna be just what he did..

Bragged on his ‘gift of gab.. talk a dead man off his slab’  Disappear into his lies..

made women who knew him cry 

Then he tried to burn old Grandma Sadie Sed..

she took a .44 and took off his fucking head.. Poor boy.. Poor boy Poor boy

Nowadays his only grift is holding his head.. his neck was rearranged by 

Grandma Sadie Sed.. Sadie was old and good I heard she still could dance..

processed  Whiz never  Swiss bad grifter took a chance.. Went on over to Grandma

Sadie Sed..

did I mention his pretension tried to dazzle her in bed?.. Grandma tells it vague..

like ‘kind of rings a bell.. a grandma someplace round the hood blew a grifter all

to hell’  Story ended as began for a handsome buffed proud thief.. so proud he

would strut around like and Indian Chief..  Until the day came when he met old

Grandma Sadie Sed.. who despite pity felt.. separated his fool head.. from a

body had no more time to get sick.. fool lost his head.. Sadie Sed..  had street

cred she never..

been a trick

Thought for this day.. I never allow trepidation or guilt to hamper my ability to protect what is mine.. Peace Tony


About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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