Three Little Birds

'rise up this morning
scowled at the rising sun
3 little birds
dead by my doorstep
smelling sweetly
of your wretched rue

This is my message to you.

Don't try to chide me
don't try to call my name
if I'm hung up on you
you know I'll die alone
baby don't call me
don't even call my phone

This is my message to you.

If you did want me
you should have made it known
instead I groveled. Damn you!
You ripped my heart out
It was just freshly sewn
Now leave me alone.

Each sickly message is an open sore
your words blacken my loss
and I want more.
You are a maggot turning into a fly

Now fly
Now fly