Rosebud

Dolores, dollars...

The verb went out with friends
To chat on the corner.
The money paid the bills,
Because she was all he had.
The verb couldn't explain later,
Why the money disappeared.
In the arms of other words
The verb soothed his sorrow and slept.

The verb wasted saliva,
Talking to nothing.
The money was cold and silent,
But he knew, it was valuable.
The verb tried to kill himself in silence,
And then when the money arrived,
It was too late
The corpse lay,
The money fell at his feet crying
Tears of hypocrisy.

Dolores and dollars...
What pain the dollars give me
Dollars, dollars
What pain, what pain they give me