• though the fields do sway
    an' the sky be grey
    my heart be moved
    in the month of may.

    not for an A
    nor the day
    not even ms. Du'fey
    does my heart move in the month of may.

    as a bath washes the filth
    rain washes the pain
    pain born of sadness
    pain born of being alone.

    sitting, listening, thinking and soaking
    birds chirping and frogs croaking
    damn ******** and drug toking
    lives taken and girls choking.

    hearts broken, lies spoken
    love lost and children left
    trivial pursuing and early death
    this world is truely messed.