miss rosie

    when I watch you

    wrapped up like garbage

    sitting， surrounded by the smell

    of too old potato peels

    or when I watch you

    in your old man's shoes

    with the little toe cut out

    sitting， waiting for your mind

    like next week's grocery

    I say when I watch you

    you wet brown bag of a woman

    who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia

    used to be called the Georgia Rose

    I stand up through your destruction

    I stand up