Converts Blood to Tears

It turned blood to tears

Strip away all your fears

We’ll finish at the start

You can borrow my heart

It pumps no blood

Hear my beat thud

I can’t deny

I cannot cry

The Holy Ghost

Ate the Sunday roast

Cooked in dripping

Her wife’s stripping

A moment of clarity

Girl will you marry me

I’ve got no money

But I’m sweet like honey

sweet

Drop the beat

Kerouac

She pointed out all my flaws

Then started singing the Doors

Something about a fire

Then I stopped

I forgot

I’m discombobulated

And under-compensated

Underestimated

Never rated for verse

No rehearse

Spoken word

Drew the herd

Never a nerd

Can’t shot the bird

 Culture of ineptitude

Behind  the fortress solitude