Tequila Sunset Poem by Mark Heathcote

Well, although I've no recollection, I have drifted
Dune after dune tracking you till I've no idea
Who I am, much like a car that's been-requisitioned
A petrol tank emptied, but yours still ran on tequila.
To paraphrase a phrase, I don't know where to begin.
You enjoy life, without remorse, as part of the course.
A rookie at first; but now I'm a journeyman
There's nothing I wouldn't give you or endorse?
But of course, this time I must take the woodcutter's path
Part-with the herd, not be own author a holograph.
Swear to God, I love you, but haven't lifejacket-
For two, I must leave I'm sorry things went stagnant
If I'd known daily dramas—more-excitement
Were required I'd have chosen the leading character
I know; indicative of a bad-indictment
Lousy, timing I know. A bad-progenitor
But I was never any real good at role-playing.
For you, well my honest portrait was always, boring.