Who minds my transgressions,
Peering down on my possessions,
Level with me, level on my picture,
Frame it’s just my crooked expressions.
Now don’t get nasty dear,
Are you disturbed your thoughts aren’t clear,
Like a doe in the headlights, like a doe’s,
Eyes open wide only facing the rear.
When will I know now?
When will I see?
What do them aristocrats,
Have in common with me?
First you were a stripe owl,
Cooing down deep for the moon’s howl,
Reach up for it, reach down once again,
Don’t slip on the tiles as you grab your towel.
Am I accommodating,
Gonna give me five star rating,
Gonna bury me, gonna fly away,
Like that owl who’s been aggravating.
Surely you know now,
Surely you see,
What them lunatics,
Have in common with me.
Guess I don’t know why,
I cannot believe,
See them smokes over there,
Well they’re my only reprieve.
Did you ever know why,
He called from the car for his goodbye,
What medicine’d he have, what medicine,
Could help prevent tears from your eye.
Do you trust me,
When it’s all said and done,
Did I ever really have a chance,
I couldn’t have been anyone.
Guess I won’t know now,
Guess I won’t see,
But all that I know now,
Is that I’m probably me.
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Introspective Poetry 