You know she tried to fool me, tried to dance me to a lull.
The boredom overtook me and her knife was just as dull.
There was a strangeness I was feeling. Somehow thought that she might cry.
I feel just like that spider… in that story, where there’s that fly.
I looked upon the opioids: for just a second I felt the nod.
There is a voice of wisdom, sometimes here, I just smile and thank my God.
I left her with a warning said, “Best I go and there I’ll stay.
She nodded in the morning, when night ends to start the day.