Oh insightful
Second Chance seeking daughter
Sought after naught

Calamity Jane admirer
Calling shots
With self admitted pistol witted tongue

Relentlessly repenting
For those unrelenting, circumventing
Qualms we harbor

Oh preacher of improvements
Through movements
From sidewalks

Cardboard sign holding beggar of change
Street hustling
To the pocket rustling
Public

Let’s course correct
Let’s resurrect
This hope we’ve buried deep
The climb is steep
But the prize we’ll reap
Will be nothing less than perfect