Natalie Two

You ask can we cope, if you could only help, to take back our home, why make me suffer, away from the Pen, no need for your buffers, stay out of my zone, you might mean well, but I’m better alone, don't bring in your mother, measure your shell, try to be a lover, we’ll roll with the blow, on bar stools and leather, our skin needing soap, with long gait and bend, I won’t be tethered, to you or your friends, we laugh at the rope, it dangles bereft, take all your hope, I have heaven.