Never, Know Ones, Screw-Ups Poem by Kevin Patrick

Take a look at Johnny Crook
his teeth got smashed with one right hook
down he went in lepers boots
chasing gutters in mothball suits
he wasn't born to be a winner
just leftovers for someone's dinner
he was a nowhere, know one screw-up

Poor cagey Lucy took a trip
out on a ledge she got short thrift
raised on the wrong side oftracks
she's now got arms to boldly match
she tried so hard to chase a dream
now she's chasing dragons beams
she was a never, know one screw-up

And Davey Jones, got no home
18 came, mom said "pack your comb"
no friends or job, just a bag on his back
on the streets the odds are stacked
he counts every dime, nickel and quarter
lucky for a coffee or cold burger
he was never, know one screw-up

Poor Suzie mame, couldn't play the game
day and night all look the same
when she fell in love it broke her leg
always the square in a round peg
could never be a real contender
so made her dues as a true pretender
she was never know one screw-up


like me, like them, no ones to blame
spit bad luck for pariahs fame
its easy to get lost in the noize
when you're the void everyone avoids
If I were me I wouldn't shake my hand
I'd be like you and kick this can
'cause we are never know-one screw-ups


In this gallant democracy
Everyone's someone rain
And the light at the end of the tunnel
is an oncoming train