Oh Jesus By Lee Cassanell

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I was working in a cotton field It could have been an office block Sat tapping keys and digging weeds To pay for my true lovers plot When all at once I heard a shot My colleague blew his head right off He left a note and half a bun I read it loud and picked the crumbs "Oh Jesus what's become of me I'm 16 stone and thirty three My wife shouts when I snore and breathe I loathe her as she cleans her teeth But I won't go and she can't leave I've changed the locks and hid the keys Now we stare at the TV screen Silent in doubt and disbelief Both wondering how it came to this And why we bought their married bliss We used to smile with every kiss But good nights passed to reminisce

So I must do the decent thing I cannot see another way My life's a lie the bun is dry It's time to throw them both away Goodbye cruel world I loved you not Please burn my corpse I hate to rot" And make sure that they find me wife She's in the bedroom on the knife" I turned my head to catch my sigh The man was right the bun was dry My eyes moved to a cold meat pie Sat flirting from the open drawer As blood seeped past his swivel chair I grabbed the prize with talons clawed

I was working down a mining shaft It might have been a factory floor Stood breaking rocks and shifting cans To keep the wolf hounds from the door When all at once I heard a shout The boss wanted a word with me I threw my worn gloves on the ground And strolled to hear his symphony "Oh Jesus Christ I'm sorry son But moneys tight and we have none To pay you so you've got to go I know that you have kids at home Who need the food your slaving buys So here's a dime to see you by I heard their mother upped and died I think I signed a sorry card And was it you whose house burnt down Sometime in spring or early march Your daughters made it out alive But Grandma couldn't pull the latch

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