Gloria

Gone is the time, he looks right through you, his Ma and Da's real crimes, life doesn’t make it easy, walls he can’t go through, finding nothing that eases, even new clothes cashmere fine, won’t stop the blues, each yearly hint of Why, he doesn’t do breezy, hopes to diagnose the truth, hates the way they leaked, the time he spent inside, uses it like a book, to figure out their minds, he shakes the car keys, acts like still their mule, each day is no Odyssey, you’re just next in line, to tell him what to do, ditch that sweet line, see the real fools.