Saturday, July 30, 2011

177 Years of Being a Jerk


Oh I was no good
You wouldn’t have
Liked me
It was the drugs
(I said)
It was the liquor
(I said)
But no
It was me
Standoffish
Rude
Sullen
Moody
But always there for me
You could count on it
I depended on
The indulgence of strangers
And friends
And family
Cruel, biting remarks
Often meant to hurt
Successful
And oh so happy to be me
Wasn’t I great?
Now leave me alone
Off doing my own thing
If I need you
You’ll be the first to know
And so I went
I was something else again
And again
Me mine I
Oh yeah
Short
Sharp
Curt
It’s all over now
I’ve changed so
Seen the light
Burning bright
It says:
Be nice not yourself
Okay
So here I am
Reformed
Like Me?

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