Saturday, 4 November 2017

Arnie

The year Lady passed away, i couldn't get past the blues, was shrunken day to day, i hated to be alone, or seeing anyone new, on the street or Metro, but you were an angel, i hadn't got a clue, in that post war rage, you arranged the loans, introduced me with dancing crews, put jelly on my bones, before my fame, i only thought of you, and what you created, then you started to waste, i played successful tunes, it was a different age, your tune still resonates, still hangs in what i knew, but a web crossed my face, you didn't hesitate, said stay with the truth, but keep away from ingrates, now when my voice is raised, i have no need of you, down these alleyways, you don't see much view.

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