Martina Four

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is savage blue, love is swollen raw, no sense of ease, always in your Queue, you never do say please, I’m not divined by whores, sitting here in the gloom, a footfall for your cause, it’s bad on this street, no one hears good news, only someone scream, I hack at lonely chores, turn my life askew, sweat in furious pause, why shout and swear at me, spitting out your spume, only fools don’t heed, Christ, you rage and score, you never were my glue, praying at some lonely door, I’m already over you.