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Poor Lot's Wife

from Insomnibus by Al Duvall

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The four-eyed preacher took the podium
About how Lot’s wife hit bottom
How she turned to chloride and sodium
When she turned to look at Sodom
And he said Let’s not let Lot get forgot
Raise your Bibles if you brought ‘em

Poor Lot’s wife, poor Lot’s wife, remember this poor sinner
Get your fork and knife and pour Lot’s wife
On your breakfast, lunch and dinner

The angels changed her into salt to serve as a reminder
For Lot’s wife found it hard to leave the Sodomites behind her
Lot dragged her home upon a cart and tried hard not to spill her
He tucked her into bed and laid his head upon the pillar

She started cussing out her man, she’d verbally assault him
And so he tried to pass her off and nobody could fault him
He took her to the Navy Yard, he brought her by the baker
But no one even got a pinch- old Lot just couldn’t shake her

She really got his pressure up and things were looking dicey
He threw her out onto the street one winter- it was icy
And so beware my sisters if for sin you have an itchin’
The story’s moral is a woman’s place is in the kitchen

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from Insomnibus, released August 21, 2013

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