John-Ward Leighton

THE POETRY BUG DONE BIT ME

Blues on my sound track
sounds of my drying out
songs of my coming back
to sad little man from drunken lout.

The poetry bug done bit me
and it’s as bad as it can be.
The poetry bug done bit me
and it’s as glad as it can be.

Now it’s rhythm and blues
and my woman put on her walking shoes.
Her walking shoes took her out the door
and my bed won’t see her anymore,

And the poetry bug done bit me
like a stab in the heart.
The poetry bug done bit me
and its taking me apart.

Tears spilling out on the page
Tears of sorrow, blues and rage
My baby done left me
for her back door man, don’t you see

The poetry bug done bit me
now why the back door man
the poetry bug done bit me
he did it because he can.

That lying woman is gonna get hers
I’ll drop the cap on both of them
the poetry bug done bit me
and the blues is back again.

The poetry bug has done bit me
mercy mercy don’t you see
can’t sleep, can’t eat,
mercy mercy mercy me
this can’t be
the blues done got me
‘cause
the poetry bug done bit me
and I tell you this, dude
the blues ain’t a color
it’s an attitude.