BLUES (NEBULOSIS) (ORIGINAL POEM)

I'm going to tell you a story,
it doesn't have a very big glory ...
I was playing on guitar - blues,
to pay my monthly bills - dues ...
Do you know how I would feel,
to go down on my knees and kneel ...
To the God I would definitely pray,
for sending me a sign, maybe ray ...
I would be tickled with big degrees,
maybe I would be bitten by the bees ...
It's meaningless story and stupid,
instead of Him, I was shooted by Cupid ...