There's my things drying in the corner: that blue skirt joined to the grey shirt -- I'm sick of trouble! Lift the covers if you want me and you'll see the rest of my clothes -- though it would be cold lying with nothing on! I won't work and I've got no cash. What are you going to do about it? -- and no jewelry (the crazy fools) But I've my two eyes and a smooth face and here's this! look! it's high! There's brains and blood in there -- my name's Robitza! Corsets can go to the devil -- and drawers along with them -- What do I care! My two boys? -- they're keen! Let the rich lady care for them -- they'll beat the school or let them go to the gutter -- that ends trouble. This house is empty isn't it? Then it's mine because I need it. Oh, I won't starve while there's the Bible to make them feed me. Try to help me if you want trouble or leave me alone -- that ends trouble. The county physician is a damned fool and you can go to hell! You could have closed the door when you came in; do it when you go out. I'm tired. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ANNABEL LEE by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY |