loretta lynn
tired and lazy
in a bout of green and navy
all the
room so tired and hazy
devils not quite
sure its lazy
calming wind
today awakes me
keeping truth with
darker shades be
glorified of all the
days be
rained along a boat
of maybes
kept within
a roof
of maybes
no television left to save me
going forty
grain it takes me
rupts too surly
through the faze see
devils dark
and smooth
and crazy
collecting barf
the dollar days be