Song With A Sad Ending Poem by Mark Money

She throws her clothes wherever she goes
no one knows why she throws her clothes.
i've asked her to change but Heaven knows
she just won't change. she throws her clothes.

she throws her clothes wherever she goes
they lay on the floor in little rows.
i scream and shout and sing my woes
but she won't change. she throws her clothes.

she throws her clothes wherever she goes
she enjoys it, i suppose
and i don't want to step on her toes
but i want her to change. she throws her clothes.

she throws her clothes wherever she goes
even in winter when the cold wind blows.
and in that chilly air, she froze
and i'm gonna miss how she throws her clothes.

© (1988—Tulsa, OK)