I'm Failing

Some Unholy War-Amy Winehouse

If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow

We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen floor
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach standing still
Like you're reading my will
He still stands in spite of what his scars say
I'll battle till this bitter finale
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case

Yes my man is fighting some unholy war
And I will stand beside you
Who you fighting for
B - I would have died too
I'd of liked to
If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
If my man was fighting

I took the lyrics of this Amy Winehouse song and wrote a poem using the same form and left the first letters of every word unchanged.

Some Unstable Water

If my moon was failing,
some unequal water,
I wish blatantly beyond humans.
Strong, shaken up beyond humankind.
Within Socrates humans discuss Krusty the Klown.
It's yesterday I'm failing for,
humans cannot lessen world morals in time.
I re-use to lessen human grunge.
At Hercules’ sunken arrest, drones of prejudice
wail wildly for the beginning.

We place initiative in wrong-doings,
but who yesterday waits for
juxtaposes undermining our Klean future.
Jailbirds drink,
relishing mistaken sorrow sans socialization.
Lastly, you're relinquishing my worries,
hastily stopping scars in spirit of when heaven's screaming stops.
I'll banish tears to basement fortresses
jealously mustering my disparity among this guilty cause.

Yes, my mood is filthy, subtract undone waste
and I want sullen banishment. You,
who yesterday flittered for,
because I wished heavily down trodden,
I would have liked to
insist my mantra was first.
Some unclean water
in my mind was filtered.