two women blues (23)

two women blues

“in pious times 'ere priest craft did begin,

before polygamy was made a sin:

when man, on many, multiply'd his kind

ere one to one was, cursedly, confined;

when nature prompted, & no law deny'd

promiscuous use of concubine & bride”

John Dryden

i got me two women, that i love about the
same; i got me two women, that i love
about the same; one girl wants my baby,
& the other wants my name.

one girl's tall & pretty, with skin that’s
honeybrown; one girl’s tall & pretty,
with skin that’s honeybrown; when she
wraps me in her softness; makes my love
come tumblin' down.

the other is short & shapely, dark as
the summer night; said the other is short
& shapely, dark as the summer night;
when she puts lovin’ on me, i can’t
help but treat her right.

i try to treat them equal, but it’s getting
kinda tough; loving two may be too much,
but one is not enough. so it’s even days for
number one, & odd for number two, but
if u ask me on a friday, i won’t know
which one is due.

loving two women is about to get me
down; & sometimes i wonder, if i’m
enough to go around.

now both of them are jealous, in their own
peculiar way; if they ever get together
there’s gonna be hell to pay. sometimes i
get so durn confused, it’s a scandal & a
shame, when i’m holding one girl in my
arms, i call the other’s name.

loving two women is about to get me
down; & sometimes i wonder, if i’m
enough to go around.

one girl is expecting & she swears
the child is mine; & she won’t go see a
doctor, she’ll do nothing of the kind. her
mother came to visit, just of see if she was in;
said she dreamed the girl was heavy,
& the baby may be twins

loving two women is about to get me
down; sometimes i wonder, if i’m enough
to go around.

well the other speaks of marriage before
the end of year; & she’s sent word to her
village, that the family should prepare. her
baba sent a message, just the other day;
said his baby was expensive; i should come
prepared to pay.

loving two women is about to get me
down; sometimes i wonder, if big joe’s
enough to go around.

© Joseph McNair; 1990-2009