Sean

You like strong tea, tears lachrymose, to fill up the breech , never one to blow cold, you let yourself go , face crowned with thorns, jokes your repartee, might have once been so, your head starts to weave, littered with scorn , why beat that drum, here is your home, replaced with uncertainty, blue moon in your dome, you just want to believe, the kids have all gone, you and her alone, whisky a scouring stone, when they leave, do you try to atone, walk to the beach, admit that you're wrong