Blues I wrote

Since you guys seem to like shitty songs, here is a blues I wrote about the perfect woman.

The Perfect Woman

Well, she’s walking the slackwire
Wearing nothing but a slip
Carrying a bottle of snake wine
And a thick black leather whip

With a tongue like a fork of lightning
And eyes like burning coals
She plucks out the hearts of men
Just like a dentist drilling holes

Well, she outdrank Baron Samedi
And led to him to his grave
Said, “Wait here for Sister Calamity,
And baby don’t you misbehave.”

When her rucksack’s full of misery
She lifts her brow to the sky
Asks God to show his face
Just so she can poke Him in the eye

So you meet her down at Dead Lizard
Puttin’ on all your tricks, you say
“Honey, there ain’t nothing wrong with me
That a little spit shine won’t fix.”

Well the thunder rolls
And the lightning cracks
Just like a cat o’ nine tails
Right across your sorry back

You a sad motherfucker
If you think that shit’s gonna fly
She’ll coil up like a rattlesnake
Spit venom in your eye

She’ll coil up like a rattlesnake
Spit venom in your eye

haha tom waits fan

This is pretty good. Also is shitty song in reference to my poem because then I am offended.

No, it's in reference to the various shitty songs on this site, some of which were written by you, many of which were written by others.

Also the lyrics are pretty different from Tom Waits.

It's a reference to my song

o ok.

Also they are pretty obviously Tom Waits inspired. Not that that is by any means a bad thing.

And the moon died howlin'
I think we should've gone bowlin'

I was trying to keep the influence as inconspicuous as possible, but I guess it didn't really work. There are no circus freaks or violent deaths, at least.

Who gives a fuck if it is inspired Tom Waits is the shit anyway so fuck off