No Flies on Me

©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson

Take all yore shit and git clean off my land;
that hog I raised is better company.
At least he knows to let a feller be
and plays a sucker straight, not underhand.
My butt could only buck beneath yore brand.
I’ve felt them spurs a-diggin’, chickadee.
There’d be no peace till I was on one knee,
proposin’ doggoned marriage, like you planned.
That’s it now. Adios, gal. Shoo, fly, shoo!
A man’s a man and oughta act the part.
There’s plenty other things I aim to do.
You ain’t about to spill my apple cart.
No highfalutin’ female like you
will ever put a lock-up on my heart!

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