annals of the poor

there was a madman on the country road
and a madwoman raped one moonless night
now i am gone and left them to their plight

no word was spoken open or in code
and not a person said just what was right
there was a madman on the country road

the trees and bushes form no safe abode
and honest people scorn them upon sight
what they were given was no decent light
there was a madman on the country road