White Trash

I aspire to be white trash.
Jailhouse tatoo etched on flabby bicep.
Winston cigarette a'danglin' from my mouth.
Stringy bleached blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, held by a rubber band.
Wrinkled tank top, with a dingy bra strap.
Skin tight Gitano jeans, hugging my cullulitic butt.
Flip Flps, flipping and flopping on toe jammed feet.
A house with KEEP OUT NO TRESPASSING Beware of Dog signs.
Mean inbred mongrels on guard, killing the grass and digging holes.
Cats and more cats, overfilled litter boxes permeating the air.
Alerting the dogs, who dine on the overflow of cat turd delicacies.
Black Velvet paintings of Matadors, Unicorns and Elvis the King cover the peeling nicotine stained walls.
Florida sea shell souvineers, plastic flowers and chalk figurines.
Cobwebs in every ceiling corner.
Lampshades, still yellowed, peeling plastic protective covers.
Crushed velvet sofa and matching love seat.
Full of dog hair and dog farts.
A 29 inch color TV..a corroded remote laying on top.
Overdue cable, electric and telephone bills adorn the refrigerator. Held on by magnets.
Cupboard full of spam, makeral, ramen noodles, doritos, moon pies and every Chef boyardy product ever made.
Clothes lines "out back"
Rusted Pinto on blocks
Lots of toilet paper, to blow snotty noses.
Change put aside, to buy the Weekly World news.
Catch it....
The American Dream.

Submitted/written by Diva Blue April 1998

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