Inartful
now I have a word
for all of my transgressions
never knew 'til now
often wondered why
things don't go my way sometimes
open mouth and spew
good bad indifferent
just an inartful big boob
makes me just wanna
shut all the flock up
even thou my aim is true
sometimes I'm a fool
guess everyone knew
except for me now silent
who wants to think first?
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