by Emmit Other
"Why does momma like lemonade so much?"
Little Cindy Luwho asked
But to this her father replied
"Tisn't lemonade my sweet
But another golden liquid
She makes herself
Fresh every day
Against her will
One summer day
so long ago
On her 19th birthday
Strung out
Drunken
On Pabst Blue Ribbon
Like strung out trailer trash
She was
Before she met me
And I got her into Meth
But Meth or Pabst
Are nothing
Compared to her addiction
To that quencher of thirst
And along he came
A dapper hat
And shined shoes
And he said
"I bet you a hundred dolla
You won't drink that special elixer
You make youself
Every day.
And she laughed
And thought he was kidding.
Out came the money
And her eyes were wide
And she said
"For that much I shall
I shall indeed
And then she went
And made the golden drink
And out on the lawn
Raised a toast to Jesus
And another to Daddy
And a Third to God and Apple Pie
And took a drink
Here eyes widened
And she licked her lips
And had another swig
And she's been hooked ever since
No free will at all
So you see my dear
Under a full moon
Under the darkest night
Beware the Pee Whispererer."
