March 17, 2006

A Ballad for Trisha

Wrong Side of the Tracks
By Gayest Neil

Trisha was pretty in the way
A colt is pretty
Nice haunches, strong jaw
Sweet gal destined for the city
Beauty never Trisha saw

But the deck was stacked
Against Trisha’s favor
Born deaf she worked hard
With a momma who Loved her
Trisha played them cards

She signed Momma I’m gonna be
A beauty queen some day
I’ll win a crown
Hitch a ride or fly away
I'll leave this town

Trisha Walked on the
Wrong side of the tracks
Wish I coulda
Text’d her back
Get out of the way
Yer gonna die today

Momma took her down
To the Duane Reade basement
she cashed a pension
For the rat tails in them encasements
Trisha worked that extension

Lone Star Beauty Line
High heels, bathing suit, signin no talk
First time ever smiled no frown
The wave, the sash, she walked
Trisha won the crown

Them gems went to her head
Suddenly Trishas in a bad scene
Her gang turned pretty tough
Her Momma’s fingers lean
Couldn’t text her love enough

Trisha Walked on the
Wrong side of the tracks
Wish I coulda
Text’d her back
Get out of the way
Yer gonna die today

The girl nobody saw
The girl heard nobody
Was the toast of Texas
Peasant girl in princess body
Trisha’s crew robbed a bank

Momma was worried
She texted Trisha with fears
As mommas always do
Concerns fell on deaf ears
Trisha signed Momma F You

Textin her gang
Bout setting fire to the town
A train finally took her away
Buried with her crown
Fate plays a tragic game

Trisha Walked on the
Wrong side of the tracks
Wish I coulda
Text’d her back
Get out of the way
Trisha died that day

2 comments:

bryce said...

that poor girl! may she rest in peace.

Aaron said...

This is a serious work of genius. My mind has been blown. I feel the pathos, the danger, the longing.