The ballad of a girl named Sterile Gauze

just another funny poem. Enjoy.... or not.

It's a very find champagne drug,
but that's without the addiction factor.
She's a country cow-poke gangster thug,
like hitting 3 wheel motion on the tractor.

So she left for the city and got a job.
Now she works at the 5 and dime.
One day she up and married the slob.
The kind that likes to rock a rhyme.

They started a band called Curious Gorge.
He did mixing and she played the banjo.
They would write songs about Gordie La forge,
and of why Super Man needed ammo.

One day she died of an overdose.
'Cuse her champagne drug made her ill.
She said at her eulogy as a ghost,
"If drugs don't kill you, day jobs will!"

They all came to worship Miss Sterile Gauze.
She became even bigger than The Beatles.
They put her in place of Santa Clause.
She'll give you gats and give you fresh needles.

Now her soul shall live on for ever more,
'Cuse she found truth when she rapped her banjo
Her music will give you wings to soar,
and some seeds of taught for you all to grow.
 

Here we go now! All together!
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player!

Bow to your partner, do si do,
tap dat a*s, pimp dat ho.
turn around and cut a rug,
be a hardcore gangster thug.

Ye-haa y'all!

Bow to your partner, turn to the right,
The way I drop dem beats is tight!
Circle round, stomp a mat,
kap yo a*s with my gat!

Kick'n it country side!

Pass on trough, turn and stop,
A killa makes dat 50 drop!
Touch and quarter, come on home,
Gang dat cream, flick a bone.

G's up, HO-DOWN!

Author's Note

Ignore the spelling please. I have a kind of dyslexia know as disgraphia. I've struggled with it my whole life, and I'm only interested in comments about the piece on it's merits of creativity and stile.
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