Justy

Ships won't unfurl sail, nor poets chant their lists, until her storm abates, powdered lightly skin toned, no shadow of light resists, the path of only hope, speak to me like this she rails, and I'll surely kill, there'll be no refrain, she doesn't need to 'fone, call the Sisters cash in her chips, she can do this all alone, why insist or rage, twelve days the question twists, she won't leave home anyway, someone who catches a daily train, her courtesan life a drip, leaves still block the drains, what about the kids ?