Roberta

You'll pay a heavy score, my face is lemon blue, the rinds are raw, no sense of ease, get back to the queue, never once say please, you think me a whore, sitting here in bloom, a fool for your cause, bad blood when we meet, you always kill my news, a flutter or a dream, hacking out your chores, you turn my life askew, why wait in furious pause, can't you see, the flowers of the moon, never wave gently, maybe I’ll roar, you'll never be my glue, stick in my craw, call in the troops.