I Am in a Basement

True in a way
Let every thought come in clear
Then hear from me
A self-indulgent poorhouse

We both agree
We worry on something weak
Stay. Disagree.
I need you in the full whereabouts

All I’m saying
Just one drop of your love keeps me going

The dogs are pooping in the back yard
As Gretchen hunts we guard the discard
As Lucy leaps the skies above starred
You make this worth a damn you blowhard