Bad Feeling Artist

I’ve been stabbed.

And arrested.

Livin’ in solitary confinement.

Burned at the stake.

Got beat up.

A scoundrel sans refinement.

Held hostage.

Bad food city.

Starved into a submission that

Ain’t so pretty.

Then I woke up.

Mama, you too.

I worry about the worrying

Makin’ mama blue.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.