Lucy

It always goes to show, when I hear your blues, in a lane dead slow, be witness to your sighs, the intersection feuds, it makes me ask why, drink and useless loans, I ever stay with you, boils my yellow bones, instead of all the jibes, why don't you peruse, the skein of weary lies, you tell like a joke, asking me to sooth, yr laughter teary notes, don't try to act wise, you bring nothing new, to even moon lit nights, better face the blow, find some other venure, deep within your soul, seek another truth.