Ramble

fallen abuser abusing this loser not asking if I didn’t mind
can’t give a reason retaining much ease or defecting to this way behind
ever emotional given explosives I don’t give or I’ll give away
taking each chance as a literal dance it won’t give up the grief’s come to stay
not without glamor or even a stammer or maybe a promise of high
wouldn’t be real if it hadn’t appeal or if something was different outside