Fickle Blue Poem by Kelvin Rush

Fickle blue fickle blue
What on earth is wrong with you
Why do you always look so grim
Unwashed and stinking after all that gin
You mope and grope around the house
Too weak to cope like a little scared mouse
I know your heart is badly broken
But for God's sake stop this nonsense spoken

You saw the signs and buried your head
You never listened to a word I said
I told you she would be no good
A cunning scarlet caked in mud
You always fall for the same old line
Emotionally disturbed hopelessly blind
Desperate to be loved childish and needy
Tiresome and selfish gullible and greedy

Always chasing some imaginary saviour
Trying to defend your despicable behaviour
It always ends in pain and tears
You'll never get rid of your internal fears
You'll do it again with the same results
Then revert to the usual torments and insults
Then fickle blue will return once more
Bringing more misery to your front door