from the top of my crown
his blues come traveling down
sweet paresthesia claiming my arms
grabbing my hands
he gives me this case of poetic blues

he strings my instrument
his rhythmical melody soothes
and tunes
my uncontrollable side

it is finally tamed

oh, the blues that flows down my thighs at the sound his name
is another debate

it went from I putting a spell on you
to you putting a spell of me
this has caused
a swap of fate
the waves of me swimming on top of you
or the calm of you floating on top of me
oh, the blues that flows down and travel to my feet

gives me the strength to stand in this cold dark world
with out this blessing I would have surely sunk
I dwell
I survive
I dance
Amen
to this case of poetic blue funk