Country?
Pat Guy

Yeah, Me!
Country
Well and a little Western
But my country is sad!
I think about my life and
I think to say,

“I,
I can’t really hold a real job
A full time one any way
Got too many issues
Find myself in many a situations
Got too many children
Old as I am
And they got issues
Holler all day long
If it ain’t one thang it’s another
My daughter (sixteen and troubled)
My husband (he’s angry and by right he should be)
My boys (hyper-active can’t sit still)
Whew!
My sisters (seriously sick)
Got too issues
And find myself in many of situations
I cry cause, crying is easy”

Then,
I quiet myself
As much as I can
And work the soil
Put my hands in the country
And talk to myself
And I think to say,

“This is where I wanna be
I wanna stay where I am
I like it here
As much as I can
But, I’m tired of moving
From place to place
Back and forth
And things build up inside
Gotta let em’ out you know
So,”

I
I work in my yard
Got a nice yard
Nice and cozy
Most times it’s just me
In that yard
I cut the grass
I get on my knees
And cut the grass
(with a pair of scissors around the edges)
I pull weeds, I
On my knees!

Then,
I talk to myself
By myself and I think to say

“I wanna live in the country
Slow it down
Play in the dirt
Watch life grow
As it was meant to be
So, my country is sad”

A Functioning Violent
Pat Guy

A functioning violent
(Co-Dependant)
She was three
The two’s were
Just as terrible
I spanked the hand
Repeated the command
Didn’t think much of it then
Cute still, she stand

Just when it stopped
I don’t know

Everyday, I get up
Yell out
‘Get your slow, fat, lazy, stupid, ass up’
Answer came back

‘I’m tired
‘I’ll get it later’
‘Don’t bother me,’
‘Why don’t you get out of my face!’

Then I heard
Did I hear?
And I heard,
‘B….’
And last year she,..

I’m so tired
I’m the mama, right?
And Mamas know some things, right?

I asked, investigated, sat up night after night
Wrestling and whooping
Watching and waiting
Weeping and wailing
Worrying

When she returned
I tried again
I gave in
Cute still
And last month, she,…

No mo’ school
No mo’
‘Stupid B….’
That came next, you see

Blunts/Beer/Gin/Bacardi
Associates, and best friends
Came right on in
And then last week, she…

I’m so tired
I’m the Mama, right?
And Mamas know some things, right?

Ran away
Got a man
Had a baby
Ran away
And today,…

She was so cute,… yesterday
Today she’s gone….

Shades of Gray…
Pat Guy

Today is not a good day
Today, can’t take no mo’
Today,…
My partner, got sixteen stitches
Gone leave a scar
Lady love slammed the do’
Said “Get the hell out my car!”

I’m a police main’
What you looking at?
You looking at me?
Why you eye balling me?
You eye balling me?

I’m doing my job
Serving and protecting
Can’t you see?
I knew this, this piece of
shit
Had something on him
They always do
We know what we’re doing
Been doing it too long
Not to know
Nine times out of ten
That we check
Got warrants
Got a hand gun
Got tickets
Got no license, no insurance

And they all got weed
Sittin’ and chillin’
Bangin’ the tunes
Smoking on a blunt
Like I ain’t gone know

My job
To serve and protect
To honor and respect
I’m protecting and respecting my ass
and his wife
Right now

Yeah I’m searching him
Up and down
In and out
If I wanna rub his peter I will
This is what I do
And if you don’t stop
Eyeballing me
I’ll call ahead and have your ass
Detained, right up the road
And see what you got!