There sunk into the soul of the oppressed
did my smart girl
reach out of hysteria,
lean on the bench, in the park,
and tell me
"It's about time you did something for me."
She continued,
"How drunk are you?"
I replied,
"Just enough my dear...
to keep my wit about me and
sacrifice living without thee."
I smiled and they took me away.
I knew I would never see her sweet
soul again.
No longer would I ever have a friend.
Wow, what an end?