Fate

Life right now is a sorry state But at times its been great I'd be okay except for Fate Upon my nerves she does grate Don't like her but I wouldn't sat hate If I do she'll add more freight Trust me boys, no good blind date If I say more she'll be irate Out the door running late The car I drive it's a crate Hope it starts without debate I'll be lucky if it goes straight Down the road at a terrible rate Missing a kid, a car, a gate Don't slow down I will tailgate Cop on my tail my plans deflate Steps from his car at six-foot-eight Badge on his chest shining gold plate Walking up with his steady gate Thank you sir here's your court date Before the courtroom I'm prostrate Judge got mad chopped me as bait Now stuck in jail, thought I'd skate Ten more days until I pass that gate One more time I will restate Understand I won't translate No matter what you think of Fate You don't want her for your soulmate