Zero Trashy Blues Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's no good you saying you want a new life
What was so wrong with the old life?
Don't you know?
I had plans on making you, my wife?

Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling
Oh, praise the lord I gave up having a phone
I don't want to call home
And remember how you just left it constantly ringing.

It's no good you saying it was all me
Treating me like a dog
Flicking me off like a malnourished flee
Thank god I'm free to be amphorae.

It's no good pans are flying
It's no good you saying you want a new life
What was so wrong with the old life?
Didn't you want to be my wife?

Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling
Oh, praise the lord I gave up having a phone
I don't want to call home
And remember how you said I was now just unappealing.

Oh, praise the lord you lost all feeling
Oh, praise the lord I gave up living in this monotone
And realized I could have stereo
And zero trashy blues.