Blues poem maybe?

Woke up dis morning Round the time dawn broke Tried me some coffee and it tasted like dirt Got mud stained all over my shirt Made some corn beef and hash Can't go out to get grub Ima low on cash My girls the worst cook around Always almost burning my shack to the ground Say I'm leaving her Never can Afraid if I do she have a heart attack I can't call this the blues Right now it feels like the greens That sick feeling I got two weeks after we met Know she been out somewhere else then what she sayin Yet can't call it that either Nor reds, purples, yellows or grays Not any colour really More like joy Sweet joy And the wonderful feelin of relief Thank god I got away from that witch! If I knew that guy shed been with cheating on me with I swear to god Id go up hug that son of a bitch! I know that the time I get to my home My wife be bringin me a beer Callin my dear Sayin she so alone! And how dis mans her freedom Maybe I never approve or disagree Cause I know Oh yeah do I know I know that after she's packed up and gone She out of my life She is gone like them dinosaurs So I never approve or disagree Because I know Oh how I know That I am the one who is finally free