I sat on a concrete stool
Underneath a twilight crescent moon
Gazing at a geezer's dark room
Dabbing on a trinket I once used
My eyes not dismayed, calmly I behold
So tomorrow I won't be told
The tale of the trinket and the new lord
Switched side, same old block
Waltzed out the dark room, the trinket
Soon follow, the geezer clad in white singlet
An harlot? My eyes know one
That gives pleasure with no money gone
Switched side, same old block
I beckon, oh trinket come
I know well that place you came from
Has it become your home?
A place to make songs with melodious tone
Callow fool, it's just a stone throw away
From the place you use to stay
In cold nights with no wool shawl
Oh trinket, have you no shame at all?
Switched side, yet same old block
I wish the trinket sheer luck.
#loverias
