Getting By

She warned that she was damaged goods  
Having stalked her evil ex  
I still fell for her, and hard  
My own transgressions twisted in the past  
But never to be forgotten  
 
Our overtures were tentative  
Hers reserved and very cool  
Mine just fumbled like an oaf  
Still, persistent as a fiend  
Attempting some of her gentility  
 
We stuck together for five years  
Two writers mutually amused  
Penning reviews and feature news  
Stringers barely paid a single dime  
 
She headed south, and I remained  
Drifted lost and down the hill  
A fast car, some meth and booze  
Finally a burn out landing on the street  
On my head, and not my feet  
 
She's now living like a modest queen  
An old plantation home down south  
Me, I'm still not exactly riding high  
Fumbling lines, but I get by.