Lonely

Lonely
Daniel Stine 1/27/08

I got these, voices, runnin round in back a ma head. I got voices that
just keep talkin and talkin and talkin, all the time talkin and I plumb
don know what ta do bout it! It aint like theys tellin me ta kill
something or someone, none a that spooky shit, but they are a talkin at
me all the time. It ain't The Lord neither. No siree Bob. These voices,
they aint a chattin about no prophesy, nor they comin at me bout being
a better sorta soul. Naw these, these voices, they got no message ta
deliver. They just killin time. Talkin about the weather, about last
nights dinner, about the damned south forty and all the damn rocks I
gotta haul outta there. It don't make no sense at all. Dern, pesky
voices, they come outta nowhere jest last week. Been plaguing me ever
since. It aint like I aint got enough ta deal with already, what with
Norma Jean passin last month. I sho do miss that woman...