When you ain’t got a Plan B …

I ain’t no Plan B;

maybe that kinda means I’d no Plan A;

just thoughts in the skies of

blue and yellow-

ed sadness; a man

who ain’t got what it takes, and out of

badness, just makes out he’s

something

e-

l-

s-

e.

And then so he lies his

way through an unbedded

life of

awful lonely un

hadness

once more.

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