Black Cloud

God help me and let's hope
I wronged for all the right reasons,
At least, for the most part.
Some were just outrite foul.
No two sides about it.
Mild, is not a flavor i've left
In many mouths.
If taste was a test in this life
I'd be next to smelly kid, 'Roadkill."
At the back of the bus, ofcourse.
Palms up, is usually my responce to inquery, nowadays.
My better side just realized how confused
He really is.
Pop handles my stupidity pretty well.
I wish I was half as graceful.
Mom was always perpetually confused.
My sins are a lithograph of what I've always carried.
How could anyone be surprised?
If it itches, you might not want to scratch.
It isn't about what you're capable of living with.
It's about what you want to.