Imelda Two

Don't break holy orders, or claim upon your mother, all that stuff you swore, free to bestow, what it is you smother, a place without hope, can't you see the score, like an uneven solder, welded to useless mores, whoever comes up short, you'll curse a brother, fix him with the law, hard stuff behind your door, a life stripped without bother, then run away fraught, no book or deeds sought, brings you with our others, you ignore the call, run without a border, always be a lover, life within you's raw, better take another.