Self Reproach

As sheriff, I'm becoming one anxious fella

A few days passed with no word from Bella

I hope she's okay out there in Tent City

Bruce might have info, or maybe Annie

Probably should have had her speak to CG

No more news, no more clues, and Jake's still in jail 

All this non-information is makin' me wail 

The deputies, Buck or Brody, can't remember which led, 

Got nothin' from the kids so that was a fail

Shoulda asked Sister Mary or Harriet instead

If old Denver was lucid, I could get him to help 

He'd find out something from that Jhonny whelp 

Things these days are so much harder gettin' through 

From trackin' the Stones to the killin' of Mary Sue 

I need a muffin . . . lunch at the cafe will do