Luci Ann I'M A Dying Man Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

I feel abandoned by mankind
without hope and lonely and desolate
Despondent and decadent and Heartless and Soulless
Friendless and familyless
Devoid of faith and forsaken by all
Is this all there is? Is this it?
Give me love true love
Luci Ann
I'm a dying man throw me a biscuit of love

Love is never for sale in the classifieds i checked

There's a little boy inside my head
Telling me I'm already dead
There's a little boy inside my brain
Telling me I've gone insane
There's a little boy inside my heart
Telling me it's not wrong if i dare to depart
Like an actor who bows for his third curtain call
I lust to be praised by one and all

I write all alone until late each night
I lay down to sleep afraid of more new daylight
I am desperately contemplating an exit stage right
Luci Ann, I'm a dying man, throw me a biscuit of love.
Love is never for sale in the classifieds I checked
Then i checked again