Out of Pocket

 Sometimes a man walks up a hill

anger outstanding like Achilleus 

never more alone so 

sing oh muse

I was only looking for the things that make a man whole

but one wrong turn 

brings down the hand of doom

out of pocket

she called me dilf

and I called her baby doll

someone got their teeth knocked out

at the bar across from my house

don't push it too far

the aged out with blue

hair pushes back

legs spread like a man 

in front of me she sat

tied me to a tree

like the thief next to Our Lord 

for all to see

remember me 

in your kingdom

when I leave and 

you are free 

Our Lady

of these streets