Thanks Admiral Bob for some mighty fine blues structure to work around.
This song is not at all autobiographical, nor am I a misogynist, it just seems I love women too much - sometimes to my detriment.
The venom is definitely spitting from the third person.

Here’s the poison;

Poisonous

I was hanging in the kitchen
of a party feeling bad
she’d done her share of bitch’n
hung me up by public gonad -:

but I had a plan for fixing
what she’d done to make me mad
so don’t tell me bout forgiving
or the good times that we had

She says found her Jesus
beneath a hanging chad
then gave some lord a blowie
for the most shes ever had

She’s poisonous
angophorous
her black eyed stare its dangerous
she toys with them
and plays with us
blows sugar
that she says to us
yeah

Now shes laying at the alter
of a slimey slick adulterer
she’s made the moves to falter
took the ring off that I bought her

While I was climbing off the ceiling
from the green eyed guy she’s feeling
and all loose and all freewheeling
I hope her scabs are finally healing

I threw her stuff right out the window
with the scent I bought in France
it cleaned the grime right off my window
(with help of her favorite underpants)
ummm
Its what she calls romance!

She’s posionous
angophorous
her black eyed stare is dangerous
she toys with them
and plays with us
blows sugar
that she says to us
I thought we had it sane for us
not a public whipping
shame for us
I don’t funk out
or change for us
cause baby you’re poisonous
you’re poisonous
cause baby you are poisonous
poisonous

Scomber 2009
asongaday