Complications Poem by Allan James Saywell

She is causing me complications
From being too complicated
That woman is living too high
My means are being tested
Am feeling my mind
Is being molested
By that woman of mine
Changing winds are blowing
Control is slowly shifting
Causing complications
For that woman of mine
Now we are living simpler
With far less complications
Now she is cured
Of all those complications
Now we are much closer
Able to love each other
All of the time