Forty Six

Beginning

   The winning

        While whining

            And pining

                 For chimed things

                        Like crime stings

                                      For new bling

                                           ‘Aint got no thing

                                                    on shown rings

                                                            that got blown out

                                                                  and thrown ‘round

   the dirty ground
            it hurts me now
                and we can’t get out