Your work lacks suffering
I hear the happily satisfied 

Middle class tones underlying
Everything you say

And there’s not enough space
In our collective hearts for it

After a hard day it doesn’t 
Ask the right questions

Or provide the right
Solutions

And I’m happy you’ve found love
But if you write about it

It just might fly out from under 
Your pen and then your songs

Might start to say something
Or then again, maybe not