Poor Cow

He's out again
With a friend
With a tart
Who knows?
Who can prove anything?
I can't afford
A private detective, no

All my money is his
I can't afford
To live round here
On my own
No chance of finding love
The good ones don't approach
A married woman, no

Parents too old
To run back to
Also too cruel
For that's how
My problems all started
You've guessed,it's the
Same old same old, yes.

So what is left
But the Dark Path
I'm not religious
But I'm frightened...
I must tread the hard, real,
Scientific concrete alone
No refuge in delusion for me.