Queenie

Without a cent or Dime, i don't like who I've been, now I'm just fine, I've chewed on many bones, darkness filled my dreams, guilt would bring it home, first remedy is good wine, wear skirts below the knee, never mess with trash designs, had my dealinngs to atone, it never set me free,. forgiveness runs up my nose, just gather up my crimes, a gift to make serene, bale them with blue twine, pass to someone full of hope, like an angel from the sea, every day brings new scope, laughter's my sense of ease. I mean it this time, create my own third degree, I really have to try.