Bernie

Your life's been bad, where a seed is torn, unlike mine let it be said, you never bring the sea, or artists bright unknown, for all you act my queen, in danger of losing cred, you cry but never show, what you think is less, how can this ever be, when someone makes you moan, you throw away your keys, make with lipstick instead, your skin golden brown, sashay your way to bed, it's a loving creed, that you need to cope, not a false sense of ease, give us our daily bread, make it warm as toast, you who lightly tread, towards our home.