Omar

You could scream could you, when she demands another loan, talk of bringing bad news, god knows, out of sight, like some ocean boom, she drifts on cloud nine, floats down the avenue, her daisy head blown, paints us pictures lemon blue, spinning dollars in the night, she’ll break any curfew, never mind the fights, when she cries for truth, we know she's not alone, it's useless to argue, thinks she is so wise says what's done is done, all thats gone to ruin, always makes us groan.