Irene

Forget the desperate news, set a passage clear, nothing else will do, don’t carry heartache home, it will cost you dear, ditch that wretched ‘phone, with nothing left to rue, make your life a spear, throw it at the blues, if this makes you groan, think what else you fear, cancel out the tone, there’ll be countless rules, to prevent your vision near, other golden domes unused, just take another loan, dab perfume on your ears, on such paths we’re born, taste food instead of gruel, say prayers instead of tears, no need to be cruel, ride these battered years.