Virginia

Now my voice is raised, get out of here loser, no more early summer days, I hate to be alone, but can do without you, my gaslighting Maestro, I'm no no angel, trapped in my own curfew, but earn my low wages, you thought the loans, the night time cruisers, the flirty girl poses, would let you set sail, without any crew, except me as your bail, now on your bones, I'll laugh at the screw, they turn on your throne, they've put you away, am well past the blues grow stronger in ways, beyond your certitude.