A Lyrical Poem

My Mamma called, seen you on TV

She aint got no money

Rain, rain go away, come again another day

Why is everybody hating on us lately?

I hope she makes you smile

All along it was a fever

Now it's been long enough to talk about it

On the floors of Tokyo

I saw you dancing in a crowded room

Hate to give the satisfaction asking how your doing now.