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