"Sons of a Bitch"
She was something; I knew her back then,
She raised 5 sons, one rooster and a few hens.
Considered by many as the village witch,
who always called her boys “sons of a bitch”.
She was a toughie; this woman in rags
The heartless and mean old hag.
Would smell trouble with one little sniff
And would always call her boys “sons of a bitch”
Oh she worked them till they dropped
So freakishly pale were they; little sign of blood
Twice she almost strangled Nick
and called him a “son of a bitch”
In the mornings the boys would march
with tired and worn out bodies to the taro patch
where they slave all day, no time to think
about the woman who calls then “sons of a bitch”
I was the outsider looking in
With little to do and a lot of time to think
Puzzled why the old hag never got the irony
Of calling her boys “sons of a bitch”.
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