Kenny Two

You live life by drops, no poem or big sea, the blue light can mop, your words only grate, on lousy needs, there lies your fame, latticed with coughs, just a wheeze, no one knows whose top, is this some child’s game, around your greed, you always find a way, to show who’s boss, everyone squeezed, like a kitchen cloth, golden moments can't delay, your fight with release, the need to get away, give it all to love, you wouldn't need, to care a jot, but you won’t see