Perfectly Imperfect

there are so few things that I do correct
hell I'm still learning how to stand *****
with my ape like qualities making strange sounds
the stupid words I utter could be measured in pounds

you know deep down inside I really do care
I have a ton of feelings that I will gladly share
but sometimes my thoughts get caught up in the word I
I won't stop talking until I make you cry

I miss the banner T says at the bottom of the page
I go from weeping chimp to a silverback in rage
trying to get a grip on my now empty heart
I wanna go back again go back to the start

why is it that sometimes you find out too late
that you should keep yourself in a cage or crate
until you learn and understand what smart really is
and no I'm not talking about a scientific wizz

I guess I'll continue writing self deprecating lines
until I learn more than just swinging on vines
I don't know how else to explain how my heart burns
hoping someday my sunflower returns

Gomer LePoet ....