Isn't it strange how you think

I love you,  

After all you did, 

All you are, 

All you have been, 

Oh Stevie, 

Where art though, 

Every poem has to be about you, 

Every song, 

You,  even thought, 

You, could, make Joseph Arthur, 

Sing along, 

With your wife beating ways, 

Your felonies, 

Your lies, 

Yet you expect everyone, 

I, mean absolutely everyone, 

To be on your side...