ballad of my youth

ill winds tangle tresses
my heart all twisted through
with thorns
jaded eyes flash truth and lies
bud-heart bleeds where hate is born
i skitter up to fling the stars

my black affairs with chocolate bars

a waif now wife
who despaired of life
a broken soul her heart with holes
rascal and scallywag
unholy dysfunctional ragbag
now set on holy joy of fire
rescued from the worldly mire
the master's bard
a child of God
and queen of grace
that God, i say, who has
a face