“The eternal struggle to keep the blues away, why I ask you, why can’t it simply stay?” Gun Roswell 

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Blues for the blue

The feeling, oh so very sad
You feel, like you are just through and through bad
But, there is really no getting mad
As there is no quick or final cure for that

Singing the blues as some poets call it
But does not mean one piece of shit
To those, deeply in the churning throes 
Of that ever and eternally enclosing ditch

But since, the all consuming feeling cannot be ignored
To the point of singing and writing poetry of bored
When all them around you, tone down and start to snore
The best bet is to embrace the blues

And when someone asks or protest of them hues
Just grab a pair and make them walking in your shoes!