Pffft

Well do you think she'll buy some of my beautiful roses?
Or do you think they'll chip in for blow up their noses?
How long is a long time and how long do i wait?
Wether i'm an hour before or behind you know i'll be late,
As i said to puddles i meant no offence in my care for you,
But you still find twistings in my poems to start arguments due,
Lightning doesn't strike me once let alone twice,
And the lightning round here would probably go get it;s brother to roll the dice,
The casinos churning out blues for raggedly rich,
Torn apart at the seams of my rainy days blues stitch,
Now caught in my own crossfire like americanism on our shore,
A story told so many times it's now somewhat of a bore,
Chasing up tagged i wear the mark on my chest,
In my gang forever never the leather shooting off at the rest,
And i may on occasion be somewhat of a scalleywag,
but you were more the kind of girl for just a back alley shag,
Don't stop mid pirouette to try and slow me down,
Cause i think i got addicted to your proper sorry frown,
Now clean and sober I stumble up to your door,
Tell the king i didn't notice him as i drifted towards your floor.