Wes in December

A man with too much time

He has little rhyme

And lots of heart

he’s doing time for his crow

Please think of her

As a scab on your toe

After the healing she will be gone

Now it’s September

In jail we are again

He still has no rhyme

Time to get off the marry-go-around

Eventually we will get together

Wes stick to your guns

Be prepared for lots of fun

The crow will be at your back

Trying to keep up to the sun

One last time

Use what yeah know

Clip her wings

And the snake

Will slither away