Prunes

Heart so bitter
It came out her mouth
Her voice like rust
Tetanus to a cut
Her sugarplum
Dried up in the sun

God be with her
Bless herself twice
Rancid sour wine
Don't taste too nice
The altar
Don't want her
Sad old concubine

Bluest eyes
Will not disguise
You're all dried up
Dried up inside