Im Not a Bad Man, Im Just Not Lucky

I have lost the count of years when allegations were laid against me. I had my excuses but they were not welcome. I gave my excuses but they were never welcome. Thus and so I became a jail bird. Thirty-six months due I was released. My only possession was my guitar. I sat at the city park and played it. Not for a gold and silver but for someone who might like it. Many liked it and me a gold and silver. Thats how i ended up with this pet shop, lonely. I did break the oinks nose. From then on, I have suckled the sweetness of loneliness solely. For these animals, i dare not pose. After all Im not a bad man Im just not lucky.