POOR JOE

I read your letter late last night
Oh, you sorry soul
I don’t know what you did so bad
To put you in the hole

Your writing was so neat and clean
Your words were so precise
But what I heard was a lonely man
With nothing but his mind

Oh poor Joe, Oh poor Joe
There you are locked in the can
With nothing but your mind

You said you did remember me
That I was pretty and nice
You said it’s almost 20 years
Since you held a pretty girl tight

You’re sorry now you left my class
You had no song to write
For you were on the precipice
Of taking your own life

Oh poor Joe, Oh poor Joe
You linger on the precipice
Of taking your own life

I may recall you’re the last to come
And the first to leave
Your demons cannot stay too long
With decent people like me

You say that we are kindred souls
Joined by the lure of song
That Dylan farts gold nuggets of truth
While sleeping all night long

Oh poor Joe, Oh poor Joe
If Dylan farts gold nuggets of truth
Then your ****’s diamond strong

But Joe I have a husband dear
Joe, I am a wife
He’s the one who shares my songs
It’s he who holds me tight

So take your deepest darkest pain
And turn it into light
Take your hurt and make it sing
And please continue to write