Who Am I
These days people just call me sir,
which hasn't always been the case,
We'll get to that later.
Truth is, I'm good with an axe, but using
my axe made me have a slow hand,
which, was... responsible for me to find myself up to
my neck in cream. Don't ask, it's a long story.
I was at a crossroads.
I couldn't find my way home so I got faith,
blind faith. Someone said I was God, piss on that.
After I fell in love and married my
best friends wife, he and I called each other
husbands in law. Let me tell you, nobody
knows you when you're down and out.
I became addicted to drugs, I did cocaine
and I shot the sheriff. Sure took me awhile to get out
of that mess, but when I did there were
tears in heaven. I decided it was time
to start doing things for the benefit of others.
That's why they call me "Sir". I just wish I was
somebody's forever man.
for Linda (Poet Destroyer)
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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