Count My Regrets

Count my pains, count my sorrows.

Broadcast them in all boroughs.

Vindicate me with no furrowed brows.

Claim me like fresh saguaros.

Reclaim the pain of losing my melody.

This song is not a happy harmony.

I lost friends and family, big and small.

Give the scuttlebutt media a bird-call.

I have no money to pay for burials on Monday.

My reputation snuffed alliances today.

My fame died with my kin.

Losing friends and family have no win.

Calling on the news harbinger.

Come and plead for me, you mudslinger.

Who will mink to sympathize with me?

I could not sleep a wink, my rest a flee.

My dream an ever haunted fortune;

But I woke up this morning with a tune.

I made this song for you to sing.

Come to me my love; with no attached strings.

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