Sean

You like strong tea, tears lachrymose, to fill up the sea, never one to atone, you let yourself go , take out the thorns, jokes your repartee, might have once been so, your head starts to ease, replace time with certainty, the moon fills your dome, you'll always have needs, the scorn they pour down, why beat that drum, where is your home, you're not like a fiddly, or one to roam, just want to believe, the kids that have gone, their mother alone, whisky a scouring stone, when they all leave, do you mop your brow, walk to the lavatory, admit that you're wrong