You And Me, Kid, We Got Hard Luck Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

I’m sorry you ever got tangled up with me
Some hungry boy with a head full of foolishness
And those godamned teachers and things
Well they give you great expectations and all them books
When they think you got even a sniff of a brain

They say I got brains, but that ain’t doing me much good
A shelf full of books is always trumped by empty pockets
And clipped wings

Maybe I’ll try to get up tomorrow, maybe not.
If I can at all, I’ll wash off whatever hang over I got
I’ll head down to the old recruitment office, like everyone else,
And I’ll go wherever the wars are this week
The windows of opportunity always got opened by bombshells

I love you to death
I’m sorry you ever crossed my path