Feelings (poetry)

Why are the
	Good
		Ones
Always
	Swept
		Up

Too many
	Smart
		Men
Out studying
	The
		Terrain

I have to
	Sit
		Back
Wait
	For a
		Moment

Some moment
	For
		Me
Some sweet
	Woman in my
		Night

Bound to
	Get
		Lucky
Somewhere
	Along this
		Road