A: Dirge

[nogirlslikeme]

Q:
I swear the happiest thing I've ever heard you sing,
is but dire with a GEE.
If your curious, yes,
it goes between the ARE and the E.
If you can solve this poem of feeling,
it's something like di-ARE-GEE-e
Always next, it's all I can expect,
and before is chanting.
I know of what you compose,
to be nothing for me;
it's the ghosts within,
that this dirge is to please.