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Life just isn't enough



Lonely face while he walks the street
Water from my eyes like sea salt-laden gales
The last they heard from him was a tweet
All she wanted was to hear a tale

The Moon was bright as a lamp-post
The night sky was shining with glee
His stomach ached for his wifes toast
Ate with some honey tea

His divorce caused so much pain
Depressed and lonely he just left
He was so hurt he cussed in vain
He got his money from causing theft

Left behind nothing, not even a note
Someday he'll realize all the love
Is worth more than money to buy a smoke
Gone the day without a shove

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