Inject the poor soul with poetic wax
A formula one for sweet sounding trax
Left you a cold one with cinnamon fizzy
One soul’s track is another one’s dizzy
Man walks alone and his soul turns to dust
The Woman gives in to a heart full of lust
She seeks her fortune with unbridled force
He suffers consequence of sudden divorce
By dark of night are written sad stories true
In the air hints of decay as the vultures flew
With manuscripts buried in thick paper stacks
Tales of misfortune preserved now in wax
May 23, 2021
