NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Nine

She keeps a'searching for her Vegas man
and nightly keeps on crawling up the walls.
Does he love her?  She'll say yes if she can.

It's been two months since he packed up his van
Two days plus that since he returned her calls.
She keeps a'searching for her Vegas man

and checks site meters and his Myspace friends
for where his next night pit stop befalls.
Does he love her?  She'll say yes if she can.

She pictures her down south, his feet in sand
before that bitch in Georgia drains his balls.
She keeps a'searching for her Vegas man.

Each talk with friends a death march from Bataan
objective thought will end up in a brawl.
Does he love her?  You'll say yes while you can.

A mouse to skim search engines in one hand,
the other holds new numbers for her trawls
She keeps a'searching for her Vegas man.
Does he love her?  She'll say yes if she can.