The Three Ami-Goes

Me. I think about myself most of the time, My strengths and weaknesses; things To support my moods, thoughts of crime. Self indulgencies, hatred and sufferings. The world which seems to offer dimes, Cents but though not fully an intellectual I do have an abundance of what you call Common Sense and this I treasure more Than all the tea in China, all the pastas in Italy and all the noodles from Singapore. Mind tick tocks with thoughtless motions, Clocking up the seconds, minutes, hours As time passes, watching the movements Of humanity, it's weather vane of showers And sunshine co existing. One wonders Who the aliens are. Perhaps humanity is. Perhaps I am. Perhaps you are. I ponder These things frequently and perhaps it is Why I am tired so often; my mind needs Rest from the endless naggings of doubt And interior brush strokes of colored sin. Keeping my mouth closed for sake of kin Spread through argument; riotous shout Of disapproval, chagrin the food of malice And deceit. Oh! how my dear heart bleeds For solace and peace. Filthy dark chalice With words filled to brim and overflowing With gall and contempt, spilling into the Crevices of my spirit and soul. My view of The world is as you may well ascertain; Jaundiced with detremental well being Of self and humanity in general. However, I shall always scale the Holy Mountain Of forgiveness and repentance seeing As I always seek the goodness in everyone I meet and this attitude grants me a stay Of execution regarding myself and others. Mercy, mercy and thrice mercy. The Three Amigos have their say and will always pray Where there is hope there lies a new day. Myself. I agree with Me. I. I agree with Me also.