Jess

Da's back in the pen, my stomach turns to rope, Ma stands there bereft, if you really want class, consider this joke, when you turn grass, be the first to offer, smoke with their loans, you the first one, if you can’t be assed, then leave them alone, don’t poison the glass, or even pretend, the hurt is gone, with all your mess, the ugly crap, sung down the phone, don’t say it’s the last, when needing your help, give them some scope, if you can’t act proper, live on your own