My mother
was a goldmith
he said
before
he went to bed..

By the wsy
could U lend me
a matress
I forgot mine.

Well fine
have mine
came back
atound nine
followed him to
the toilet

"How was your day?"
I heard myself say.
That famous
singer
was not really a ringer.

We split
He plaid guitar
so all the women
were singing..

He had a friend
a faumous one
oh son
once
we climbed up
into
a mast
oh son..

I came back
at five in the morn
He left
theft
he left
with my matrees.


© Lucia