Give me some latitude for my bad attitude.
When I look back I can see all my hard times
that couldn’t be measured by a yardstick
but by pain -in –the- ass neighbors who didn’t know
an astrolabe from a microphone.
Why can’t we see the wave of our relations
from top to bottom? Are we not angels up front
and devils on the side? Give me a man who isn’t
perpendicular to the cause. A tea for two on the outside
and a flop in bed with preconceptions.
I swear the next gnat who tells me to follow the science
I’m going to crown with a dumbbell.
As a part-time historian, and we all are,
walk in my moccasins and you’ll slip.
Furthermore predict this. The next time you’re under the weather:
“I am going to die”. And don’t think about it.
Then march backwards till your ass faces the wall and wait.
Something will happen to you and it won’t be pretty.
You’ll see all that you didn’t do and could have.
Face it. You need help now and forever!