I have begun to think about
The many times I’ve fallen down
And realized I had no crown
Because I am no king
And I cannot even imagine how
I don’t know the path that led to now
But I’ve tightened my hands onto the plow
And stood up after everything

Most of the time I’ve been around
I’ve wanted to find a poetic way out
Because living this way is a little too much to bear
I’ve been talking to myself as I lie on the ground
Wasting my life, losing weight by the pound
But I guess it’s fine because I’m still here

I guess I’m fine because I’m still here

******* me
******* me
Why can’t I ever see
What I should probably be
I may never know
Any better than this
Because God ****** me
Oh yes he did

******* me
******* me
******* my hands
******* my feet
******* my thoughts
******* my breath
******* my life
******* me to death

And that’s when he said to me that
This is
As good as it gets
And I am
Your only friend
And the sun goes
No-where
When it sets
He said

And now I am only a little bit
Taller
Than when that was said
And I am
Such a broken man
And I know
That the sun goes
No-
     where
When it sets
     Because
     That is what
He said

I found a song the other day
That sounded a bit like me
So I went and showed my girl
And she said that she agreed
So I said I was sorry
And then she asked me why
And I told her that I loved her
But that my song was a pretty tough life
So she smiled a little smile
Nodded and said she got it
I found a song to show my woman
And now I feel like ****

Run away, my dear cowards
Run away, my dear friends
I haven’t the sight to know
How this will end
But I know if you love
And I know if you stay
You won’t have the strength
To try and stand in my way
‘Cause the fires burn bright
‘Cause the fires burn hot
And all that I touch
Will be more burnt than not
If you need someone to stay here
If you need a friend
I do not suggest that
You ask me again
You’re no longer here
So I no longer care
And I don’t think the two of us
Should breathe the same air
Don’t think of me fondly
Nor hardly at all
I now need the freedom
More than I need to talk

My wonderful seamstress quit yesterday
She said she wanted to come in
But didn’t say why
She couldn’t

So
Today I called my good tailor
One of several that I know
And I asked if there were any appointments left
Being a Monday
They were quite busy

No
He said
It’s been too long since you were patched
But there is nothing I can do
I have far too many jobs today
As it is
Perhaps
He said
Sometime later

A little confused
I called another good tailor
One of several that I know
And asked
If he had any time left in the day
Or if
As a long
Shot
A house call could be made

I have already closed up shop today
He said
And suggested a weekend
I asked him if he could help me find a doctor
Mine had not picked up the phone
Again
He said
I will look

I called three more good tailors
Each
One of several that I know
And they all wished me well
And they all turned me away
Saying
Not today
Not today
Not now
Not later
No
Not today

My coverings feel so shabby and thin
I do not know if I should shake
This way
In this heat
My threads have frayed
My seams have split
And all of my close tailors
Have other things to do