Them Blues
I've got blues
Them ole crazy blues
Them ole crazy blues won't leave me alone
I've sat here and I've cried
I've sat here and I've moaned
If it wasn't for my man I wouldn't have these blues
He up and left me for that prostitute down the side of the road
I'll show him
I'll show him when I jump out this window and my body is beaten and my bones are broken and my blood is spilling down Renaissance Avenue.
This poem is about:
Our world