A Wile and Away

Now, I won’t say I love you no more -not like I could with a straight face before I’ve already reached your rotten core To those spaces no one cares to explore Benefits far too lost to reap Lie upon lie you add to your heap Like a limbless horse, like a worthless creep Them disasters don’t make a peep No they show in your every strive In every worm you deprive You the baked potato—I’m the chive The fallen bit—the stricken thrive I ain’t so peach n’ cream no more, I’ve a wile and a way to the floor I’ve kept all your ashes in store And your whinin’ is making me sore Yeah in that hellhole, delving deep I find your wayside fib too steep Downward I’ll plummet—you’ll weep As the Lord I pray my soul to keep Your dirty heart, it’s like a pitfall dive Down a fire of pity and false drive Aching to pull those ghouls into your lie Till they bury themselves alive