Bethany

Seeks explosive release, in what she cannot find, nothing seems to please, she won't hear good news, love is just a grind, a cover-up for truth, with ahint of blasphemy, she doesn't do sublime, why givw them a treat, triea to hide the Blues, any nourish to make wise, asks who's there for you, shakes impatiently car keys, December's out of mind, work’s no Odyssey, chained to bitter tunes, haunting family crimes, she'd stoke another feud, forget any sense of ease, of justice place or time, the path to any freedom, another clock to wind.