I keep my problem
on a leash, next to me at all times
and named him "Jim".
For too slim are the chances
to make more, the last moment dances,
the moonlit fancies.
Despite each and every one of my flaws,
I still manage to drop rhymes
like I drop jaws.
I've had problems, but now the claws
are out
and I can scream, yell and shout
as loud as I can
but the noise will not even register
above the applause.
I'm breaking all the laws
that I have set for myself.
It's always been easier to throw it out
than fix it.
Life is like a drink,
the way that I mix it
and I've seen people kick back
fly through life on a crash course
but I don't need to try it
because it isn't really living
if you do it on auto-pilot.
I won't try to deny a thing,
I've got problems,
but they aren't all I have.
I nav-igate
through a world of hate
and it's always swim or sink
and suffocate.
I've got issues,
but in the face of all those who said
I was "not that great",
They'll have a date with a leg brace
before I let them make me believe it.