Chuch Mouse Quiet

three kids, a trailer, and frames
of a hallow distant home
her dead-beat husband never finished
15 years ago

Children couldn't go to college
Knowledge cost too much
Momma only got 20 grand a year
which will always prosper us:
Prosperous?

Slaving out and starving
crushed
'n the recycling been garbage

Always wanted something more
it's just hard, when the cards fall,
all fall,
down.

Lady Luck fucked her marriage up.
Cheating unbalanced carriage rust.
Fucked.

Now the circumstances
are swallowing kids alive;
down on bended knee,
facing the truth
that fingers crossed behind.

Dear God,
get me out of hell.
Money speaks
and thus your thoughts are hushed.

As silent as a church mouse
three kids, in a trailer
in a

Framed
Predestination.