Shoulda, woulda, coulda...
Ordinary words that pack so much
Raw punch, spread and sprawl their
Rude attitude, tell you where
You should go, ask questions
You'd rather not answer, skid
Roughly into the shins of your psyche.
Regret is a wrenched neck, a kick in the gut.
Orpheus knew the score. Yeah,"shoulda"
Smacked his face-- and mine, woke us up.
