Jess Two

He dances around you, screams for loans, say everything’s bad mojo, sunlight, water, he’s up high, like some waving comb, who’ll make it right, I walk the avenue, my daisy head blown, he paints me lemon blue, drinks all the night, will break any curfew, forget about the fights, when I cry for truth, know I’m not alone, useless to argue, what's worse is the silence, all gone to ruin, his once niceness, he’ll get his dues, receive his broken bones, nothing here that's new, no longer in my zone.