Ola

Is there a single quatrain, for someone in need, while others play, jumping around like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, and glorious tones, streaming from the 'plane, you're a fool to leave me, please don't say, i'm particularly honed, or it's just the sea, you hear alone, a manifesto of delay, clouding what i'm seeing, between shore and the spray, shifting riffs of Kurt Cobain, feeling tears with every reel, a childhood dance in chains, tell me how to feel. to what was never blood, you hardly ever knew, how not fighting for me, made me blue,/hate you