Anymore

I was in rehab
with this Bama
chick once,
not the one
I married.

She cried
great tears
while she prayed
I remember
believing she
could have
washed Christ's
feet.

Her old man
had shot her,
twelve gauge,
long time ago.

She remembered
that
he cried for her,
offered her
a smoke.

She killed him later.

Run off from rehab
with a dare devil guy,
rode motorcycles,
I heard he
beat her ass.

I don't believe
in as much
anymore.