Please Tell Me the Truth
Feeling quite rancid
I’m all in a fuss
Maybe just lance it
To drain all the puss
All in an uproar
So much that it hurts
A feeling I abhor
Like wearing of shirts
Cannot slow down
I’m going to fast
Please do not frown
It’s all in the past
Displaying my anger
For you all to see
Held with an anchor
But setting me free
Anger can hurt
As much as mistrust
Never be curt
But always adjust
Frowns keep you down
But smiles bring joy
My color is brown
Since I was a boy
Hurt by my anger
A feeling of dread
If I let go my anchor
I just might be dead
Time to slow down
While smelling a rose
Wipe off the frown
And strike a new pose
Who cares what I think
I am only a man
And sometimes I drink
Even beer from a can
I even have smoked
From dusk until dawn
And also have choked
From the smoke I have drawn
For those that have waited
Please tell me the truth
Am I just over rated
And really uncouth
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