Newport Blues

 

I lost it all, that Chinese hedge fund girl—
Yes I lost it all, damn Chinese hedge fund girl.
She done me bad, Lord this oyster lost its pearl…

My hedge fund investor— oh she done me wrong.
Said that hedge funds advisor— Lord, she done me wrong.
Closed my accounts; ran away to Hong Kong…

Lord she ruined my credit—
I lost my four homes,
My trusted bank manager
Won’t approve me no loans—

Summer home in the Hamptons: you know she stole the deed.
Summer cottage in the Hamptons, yes she stole the deed…
Oh that hedge fund manager— I’m gonna make her bleed !

She took all my money, took away my Lexus too.
Stole all my wealth, repossessed my Lexus too.
My levee is broke—know what I have to do…

Going to fly to Hong Kong, Lord I’ll hunt that woman down.
That female funds advisor ain’t nothing but a clown;
I’m going to Kung Pao her Mu Shu, with some poison on the side;
That Chinese hedge funds manager—Gonna take her for a ride.

Gonna drive to the ocean, dump her body in the sea.
Yes I’ll drive to the ocean, throw her body in the sea;
No Chinese hedge fund manager make a monkey out of me…

I’m going back to Newport, gonna polish up my yacht.
Think I’ll go back to Newport, shine that finish on my yacht…
Then escape to Bermuda—Lord knows I won’t get caught.

 


PROMPT 19:

write your own poem that tells a story in the style of a blues song

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