she’s not happy; so i hug her more she pulls away; so we play, tug-a-war things’ll change, or they won’t… & she’ll complain while searching for another door to endure her pain she’s been rain; since i came swerving in her lane i asked her name she claimed, damsel in distress standing in her dress; drenched in tears a smeared appearance; looking a mess handing her handkerchiefs, to clear her fear, wear & tear her man, he tanked her wit, & sank her ship & did other shit, that’ll make you sick once them anchors hit, she’s been david blaine straining to get them thangs, off her ankles quick then i arrived, with the jaws of life my paws’ll write, the shackles free from any trap or tragedy, that’s kidnapped your sanity see, right now, life vows, to keep cramming greed deceit, & poison, hoisted from the trees of eden the needy, needing better choices, & someone to believe in misguided voices, leading greedy boys & girls eating oysters, cracking clams for pearls, & coal in hopes their best friends emerge, so bright to give them life, & saves their soul but no... no dice no furs marked his & hers no throwing rice no calming words, to calm your nerves & tuck you in at night still, every word she’s heard, & observed me write has been a distant light to spark, her dying heart & give it life