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Where are my tulips

That I’ve been working for

That I’ve been asking for

I swear if they’re not at my door

I think I’m going out of my mind

I’m finally losing it

I’m tired of your tired ass shit

It’s so old, dried and ashy white

White and crumbly shit

Got me going crazy

Waiting for tulips that I know I won’t get

After four years, I deserve something

At least some fresh shit

I’m saying though

And I’m saying it again

A sister tries so damn hard

And I can’t seem to win

You got me waiting on tulips in October

Those shits get expensive as it gets colder

And that’ll be another excuse

For you to use and use them well you do

When I don’t get what I need

And I need what I don’t get

And all this is crazy and you don’t even know

But I’m not gonna pretend

Damn you gotta have a clue

Hell, you probably do know

I’m tired of waiting on your old shit

To produce, your manure ain’t no good

I’ll find me someone else to make my garden grow.



Robyn V. Evans