You Made Me Coffee And Cry

Buddy knew the bitch

Had his back

For biting.

And, boy, that bitch could fight!

Mourning, noon or right.

Unglued was a state

She ran with a fist

And there was no truth

That won’t be twisted.

Nobody missed it.

She was Satan, Satan herself.

And Buddy knew so very damn well.

She was his cross to bear.

And Buddy did not care

To think about that wait.