THE SAVED SISTER

This pretty bad fella,

Struck the bank without failure

Got himself a saved sister

stroked him without fever

drained deep pockets dear

spat him without fear

And left a brother a bitter tear

granny

            For  you

And now you must stay,

There where the cattle graze

And the thorny roses grey.

As the setting sun with its purple haze

Sets upon you its gloomy ray

I forever miss your dreamy gaze

Staring through my glazed eyes

Memories sharp and cold as ice

Your wicked wheeled throne

That never left you alone

You sing hymns and stroke its arm

Staring into sunshine darkness

God, life’s so straight and senseless.