Week Forty-Nine: “Goodbye Rosa Lee”


Goodbye summer house
Goodbye guest house
Goodbye Rosa Lee
They have frozen my funds
I can no longer pay you
to take care of me

Goodbye caviar
Goodbye vintage cars
Goodbye Rosa Lee
Sometimes the top is
the rottenest place
you could ever be

Boy I could use a kind word
before they drag me to jail
like when you nursed me and
said I’d be too big to fail

If it’s your preference
I can write you a reference
Rosa Lee
Or maybe you’d rather I die
curled up underneath
some old tree

Goodbye Rosa Lee
You’re so dear to me
Goodbye Rosa Lee
Please don’t be upset
that I stole your retirement
Goodbye Rosa Lee

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