A Cowardly Man: A Country Song Dedicated to Leann & Brianna Cox

A COWARDLY MAN


I went and bought a new car

Just the other day

I drove her down the highway

So I could get away

And in the rearview mirror

I saw a bad man chasin’ me

So I turned around and drove

Homeward bound you see

Break

Cause this cowardly man

Has been chasin’ me

Just as fast as he can

Dear Lord, won’t you set me free

Cause I’m fallin’ down

And he’s gainin’ on me

Break

I took that brand new car

And parked it in my drive

Waiting for the moment

That my ex would stop on by

He said that he would kill me

Make sure our kids were dead

So when he showed up to the house

I shot that f**ker dead

Break

Cause this cowardly man

Kept on a chasin’ me

Just as fast as one can

Lord, please forgive me

I killed him first

Before he could kill me

Break

Now I sit inside a cell

Tears well up in my eyes

But I did this for my kids

So they could stay alive

If I didn’t shoot him dead

He’d still be chasin’ me

Threating our children

No, I couldn’t let that be

Break

Cause this cowardly man

Was a stalkin’ me…

Don’t ya understand

Lord, he wouldn't let us leave 

Don’t wanna go to hell

At least my kids are free

{Times Three}

Yeah, my kids are free!

THE END


Hello everyone. I hope today finds you well. I haven’t been writing much lately. I have been singing a lot… so I decided to write a song and this is what came into my mind. I have the beat in my mind.

Please leave a comment to let me know if you have any constructive feedback in regards to this song. I would appreciate help. I am considering writing song lyrics professionally, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself! I don’t even listen to Country music. That is the strangest part about all of this! Every time I hear a song in my head that comes from my brain, it comes in the form of… Country.

Anyways, I have missed writing and I hope that you have enjoyed reading the very rough draft of the first Country song that I have ever written. Thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you all have a beautiful week.

Love to all,

The Mad Chatter

PS- This is the way I would have like for my girlfriend’s situation to have turned out. She was murdered, along with her oldest daughter after being stalked by her baby daddy. Then, he killed himself… what a total coward! A shell of a human being and probably experiencing eternal damnation. One can hope… and, I can’t be sorry because he murdered the most beautiful creatures that one could have known. He deserves to suffer! Four of their other children lost their mom, dad and sister that day. If they would have been home, he would have killed them all. He threatened and threatened, until he made a plan and then did the worst thing a human being could possibly do! I despise his soul!

Whoa! That got heavy!

I figured if I rewrote the ending of her story, it might help me to move on. It didn’t. I still loathe his filthy, grotesque soul and will continue to do so for all of my own eternity. Whoa! It’s getting darker again… so I will leave this here for now and come back another day. πŸ˜”

My Recent Trip To A Very Confused Doctor: The Struggle Is Real πŸ˜†

The other day I wasn’t feeling very well. As usual, I didn’t want to go see a doctor but my family was insistent that I go. Like the faithful daughter I am, I went and saw a doctor about my symptoms.

My entire head hurt, and I was experiencing extreme brain fog and dizziness. I was also having body aches and fatigue along with some bouts of vomiting. I had a lot of strange symptoms, but I didn’t have a fever, my blood pressure was outstanding, and my oxygen level was at 96 percent. Those are very solid stats!

I thought to myself, why do I feel so awful? I’m not a doctor, so I went to find out why I was feeling like I had just come back from a trip from The Twilight Zone. I decided to dodge to hospital entirely and went to a quick care medical facility to get a rapid COVID test, and it was negative again! I have lost count of how many tests I have had to take for the Rona virus. While there, I thought, why don’t I go ahead and ask for an antibody test. I wanted to see if my hospitalization in July of 2020 might have been caused by the SarsCoV2 coronavirus. To be clear, I never had a positive PCR test for the virus.

Subsequent to this appointment I read some medical research about long term COVID pneumonia symptoms, and I have them all. The way that I got pneumonia was very rapid. In one week, my lungs went from being clear to being filled with sticky pneumonia. All five lobes of both lungs had been infiltrated with an infection.

All of the doctors proclaimed my lungs as, “COVID lungs”. At least that’s what they said when they saw my chest x-rays. All twenty or so of them! I do believe I had the Rona virus. I should be dead, but I live to share my tales of woe with you. Muaaahhh! πŸ˜‚

Here is where things get a bit strange. The doctor came in and looked into my mouth, then jumped back, while gasping. I asked him, “Are you okay?,” and he said, “Yes, but doesn’t your throat hurt? It’s so red! And there’s pus on the back of your throat!”. I told him my throat didn’t hurt and he proceeded to look perplexed as he reached into his drawer to pull out a test kit for strep throat. Negative.

We began to converse. People have a way of telling me everything about themselves, and I think that’s important to point out, up front. The doctor just stood there scratching the top of his head as he told me about his own little trip to the hospital in June or July of 2020. He said he had had pneumonia around the same time that I was in the hospital. He was also COVID negative, and then he said that most of patients who have had COVID pneumonia display the same symptoms that I was having. Particularly but not limited to the curse of getting permanent brain fog! Guilty as charged! πŸ˜†

This man went on to say that he didn’t really trust the PCR test results or the antibody test results. Why? We both seem to have had what seems to have been called COVID19, during the Summer of 2020. I guess neither he, nor I, will ever really know the truth of the matter. I got the distinct feeling that he and I were on the same page in our wondering.

Back to the test results…

My antibody test came back negative. The doctor was confused because he is vaccinated and his own blood work didn’t show antibodies against the virus that he had had the inoculation for. What a curious circumstance! In the end, we both just kind of shook our heads and went on about the day wondering if these tests are worthy of their usages. I’m still wondering!

He gave me some anti-bacterial medication and told me that if I don’t get better, I should come back in and possibly get an anti-viral medication. He did the best he could for me with the tools he was given and he couldn’t do much. That is just plain sad.

When a doctor can’t count on tests to be accurate, he scratches his head and wonders. When a patient can’t count on a doctor who can’t count on accurate testing, we know we are in this struggle together as human beings. And… the struggle is real..ly bad as of late!

That’s my story and I am sticking to every word. The doctor shall remain nameless, of course. This a random but true story. I appreciate you reading about my health life. It’s the only life I have to speak of… πŸ˜‚ . You know what I mean! πŸ˜‰ Right? πŸ˜‚

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I appreciate you.

With love,

The Mad Chatter

A Worried Son: “Mom, hurry up and date again, time is running out for you!” [Humor]

My son continues reminding me
How time is marching onward
Appearing straightforwardly
He sees the wrinkles on my face
And the saginess of my body
All the way down to it’s base

He fears that I may struggle a life alone
Without a brand new man of my very own
What he hasn’t taken into account
Is my inability to date
I don’t have the emotional energy
Required to get out and relate

His heart is in the right place
But I can’t date just anyone
I was once a loose woman
Who dated just for fun
And now that I have told you all the truth
Please don’t go out and tell everyone!🀫


Just kidding! πŸ˜† They all, already know about how I used to behave!πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ At least I am respectful of myself, now. I have changed my disgraceful past behavior by gaining some good old self respect. How? By abstaining from my old ways. I didn’t like that woman, so I killed her a couple years ago. 😁 She lived a long life but had to be taken out. No self respecting woman behaves like I used to. I am factually, certain!

What do I really want in my life? R.E.S.P.E.C.T… just a little bit! Yes! Just a little bit… before anyone can… sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, yeah, even, just a little bit. πŸ™‹πŸΌβ€β™€οΈπŸ˜†πŸ˜‚πŸ€«πŸ€£ Thank you, Aretha Franklin! May you rest in peace. πŸ™πŸΌβ€πŸ™πŸΌ

Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I hope you have a great day and had a laugh on me.

β€πŸ‘€β€,

The Mad Chatter

Forward Change

The me who I used to be
Is no longer the me I know
Time has not eroded my foundational identity
An accumulation of lifetime experiences has altered the person who I have become
Each day that I’m alive, I am aware that I change a little more
I am a solid, but pliable human being
No person remains unchanged
For life moves in one direction, forward
And with forward motion, comes the inevitability of change


Life can be tricky. I think it’s sort of strange when people say that I haven’t changed over decades. No, I haven’t changed the core foundation of my being. Therefore, I am solid.

However, I am certainly pliable. I have changed over time naturally, due to circumstances. For example, I am a recovered alcoholic. I’m 10 years clean. No booze for me. I used to drink like a rock star. πŸ€ͺ😳πŸ€ͺ

I changed due to the negative repercussions of my past alcohol addiction. Changing that one thing in my life, has caused a plethora of issues for me. For example, I can’t date well because most people drink alcohol and I can’t be around the stuff. I know my limitations so I keep away from bars, camping trips, dates, etc.. πŸ™„

Most of my girlfriends liked to go out and drink. They’re not my girlfriends anymore. So, I don’t date and my friendships are limited. Change can be beautiful and painful at the same time. πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

I have changed. I will continue to move forward and change some more. My foundation will always be solid. God willing. πŸ™πŸΌ

Have a beautiful day everyone. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I appreciate you all very much.

πŸ’š,

The Mad Chatter

Survivor in Chief

My mind is ablaze
My heart, shattered
My soul has been victimized
My body, throttled
And yet, here I stand
The Survivor in Chief
Of my own command


My mind, body and soul have taken a licking but have kept on ticking! Thank God. I have kissed death many times and am grateful to be alive and in command of myself. πŸ˜‡

Blessings and love to all!

πŸ’š,

The Mad Chatter

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