They are running Sawdust Man

Sawdust Man
I just want to let you know
your sons are running

They are hiding their spawn
from me.

"Shit Disturbers"

A majic Orb
Your grandfather clock,
two paintings,
a porceline  doll
and a picture or two of  you.

"Shit Disturbers"

Somethings wrong Sawdust Man
All this for a few trinkets?

"Shit Disturbers"

There must be more
they run too fast

And I have only just started chasing them

I am just warming up

Slowly I'm turning step by step
To Raz a MA taz em
Get down to brass tacks and
Show em whose boss

I'm just warming up
and they scatter like cockroaches.
Somethings up Sawdust Man

"Shit Disturbers"

I am just warming up.

And I haven't even visited them yet.

Neutering my Dog Sasha

Dad said, "This is not going to happen."

Three sons Three lessons

Dad,

Your three  sons taught me
how to stab

twist the knife
twist the knife

how to stab

twist the knife
twist the knife

And

Kill
Kill
Kill

Papa?

Do you think I should return the favor?

Not even a Cufflink

Not even a cufflink

( This poem was a hard one to write. After my father died I remember crying and begging my brothers to give me anything at all to remember him by. Taking my money and hiding from me was in keeping with their character but what I did not expect was that  they refused to  give me a picture a book a tie a hat or any personal item at all.  Finally I was so sickened and frustrated that the only thing I could think of asking for was a cuffink. My father took his cufflinks very seriously and he kept them in a little glass seashell on his dresser.  I thought he would like me to have one).

"Pretty please my Brothers three

may I have a cufflink my Dad left to me?"

"  No our dear sister. What did you
think?

No cufflink for you

our lies you can drink"

Then shame on you

my brothers three,

how sick and cruel that you can be.

Were you plotting?

Did you think ?

THAT you could kill me  I would sink?

not a cuffink?