Yente

She seeks holy peace, whatever she finds, nothing seems to please, won't hear good news, love is just a crime, a cover up for truth, fears the hiss of blasphemy, she doesn't do sublime, nor give anyone a symphony, why disguise the Blues, It nourishs her mind, she's never there for you, she shakes her keys, springtime in warm climes, is no Odyssey, filled with a loving need, for her family's rthymes, she'll stamp her feet, shriek what's new, forget your sense of ease, he died for you, she smells the sea.