Would be by Greg Santos Lyrics

caught a case
of the mundanes
junk bond dropped
a rotten rock
sunk in sand
unloved

coffee gone cold
while holding
course grounds strewn
wit cool beans
getting it by
the pound

if only halle
would pick up
when i call, et al.
stead of screening
favor of sum hot
tech stock
sad lack
of interest
baby turned two
untoward cheeks
sideways smile adding
insult to injury

last deep breath
tough beat breaks
another young heart
spent a good week end
tapping glass
all alone

poles indicate
another close race
but the known known
won first place by a nose
as expected
buy the buy