My man has gone to heaven on his own
Now I’m down here gnawing on a bone
Lamb chops bring the devil out in me
That’s why I still eat them for my tea
He said he’d had enough as he was old
He felt angry ,all his friends were gone
He asked for cigarettes and for champagne
I got it though it went against the grain
He even ate a meal before he died
Mashed up fish with carrots on the side
They did not bring dessert which angered me
I was going to have it for my tea
I do not want to find another man
For gender fluid people I shall scan
How my heart sings 