June 24, 2005

Lena's Boyfriend Blues

Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.
Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.
She gave him lov'ns
Ev'ry day.
She gave it all,
that was her way.
Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.

Lena was a woman who'd been scorned.
Lena was a woman who'd been scorned.
Her lover found him
a new girlfriend,
and then told Lena
that it was the end.
Lena was a woman who'd been scorned.

Lena wouldn't let her lover go.
Lena wouldn't let her lover go.
He stole her heart,
and he used her body.
When he moved along,
He treated her shoddy.
Lena wouldn't let her lover go.

Lena put her lover in the ground.
Lena put her lover in the ground.
She put her gun
Up against his head.
Two trigger pulls,
and he was dead.
Lena put her lover in the ground.

Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.
Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.
She gave him love
Ev'ry single day.
But when he tried to leave,
she took it all away.
Lena loved that upstairs neighbor man.





Posted by Mamamontezz at June 24, 2005 06:07 PM
Comments

Great poem, ironic that she killed him at this stage of life, even more ironic is that he thought he could jilt her at age 85. It's a weird world.

Posted by: Jack at June 25, 2005 01:35 AM

Very nice poem, that is what's it's all about. Think about it, it is deep, Cat

Posted by: catfish at June 26, 2005 09:25 AM
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