Fannie

Say prayers to the diety, try to act with grace, what about swollen feet, strained in my groans, I wander about this place, heart pounds against bone, demand a chorus of pity, spit it out in rain, polish this unholy litany, alone in a baroom grotto, I wonder how to state, who needs to atone, for all my history, given these lovely days, find a piece of offertory, I don't plan to shout, put ribbons around a cage, but just need to show, how this life kills me, all its useless games, part of my own stupidity, let me see your face..