Rolling Stone Poem by andrew reeves

She came in like a rolling stone
Come to collect my debt and take it back on home
I got mine about a mile away, and I'm convinced this is not her day
Have you no respect for the words I say?
Oh she was tattered and torn, beaten, then killed
Because she interjected upon the way in which we'd get our fill
Oh my rock, oh wander, foundation
Cushion and support from the worlds discrimination
How beyond my comprehension you are
I am the night and you are my star.