Forty Two

Don't pray in the rain, or swear upon your mother, stuff you can't take, hope is free to use, all the stuff you smother, a place without refuge, can you see that portrait, like a wounded trooper, strapped to a wooden frame, whatever money you lose, don't curse your brother, he's paid his dues, hard stuff fires the brain, fools live without bother, then run away, no book or dead curfew, makes you like the others, despite their call to ruin, you'll pay whatever gain, seeks you as a lover, spirit rise and dance away, don't you bother.