Gabi

Da's agin in the pen, our pillows are not soaked, you stand there bereft, if you think he's class, consider him gone, he'll never eat grass, always first to the Den, laughs at us dopes, thinks he's the only one, he won't be assed, leaving you alone, will just shoot more gas, can't sit and pretend, we want him back home, there's nothing he's left, on a chair bound fast, holding a lover's phone, don't care what happens, you say we can help, pray that we'll cope, Ma you're a mess, we splice our own rope.