Words are mine not necessarily the story.
First ask, how's she doing and then start your story.
Because maybe, she doesn't feel like listening
Or maybe, she's tired of your story.
More likely, she is.
First ask, how's she doing and then begin
With your pitiful story because maybe, she’d sympathize
Or maybe ignore you because she thinks,
She's heard that story before.
First ask, how's she doing before telling her
How much you need because maybe,
Yes, maybe, she doesn't even have that much
And so, she cannot give.
First ask, how's she doing because maybe,
Yes, maybe she's not well and too sick
To converse or simply too numb to even empathize
With the venom of your ruses.
First ask, how's she doing and what's she thinking
And so, maybe she can tell you that you’re no different
from those terrestrial annelid worms
Leeching off kindness like suckers in the field.
First ask, how is she doing because maybe
Maybe, you don’t know that she's lonely and weak
Or maybe, you know. Yes, you do know
But just don’t care and all you do is blah!
First ask, how's she doing, say peach
You okay? Because, it isn’t all about you leech
There’s someone else and something else
And, she's nothing but anything else.
First ask, how's she doing before you begin
Your tales those are stale to the scale
Infectious, indeed running through your vein
Are tailored scripts ready for the play.
Read me: "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing."~CrisSp/11-2017
"Take a look in the mirror and what do you see? Do you see it clearer or are you deceived..."~
© 2017 CrisSp