Nice Guy Pt1 Poem by Miguel Maria

a gentleman nearly gone an extinct race of people
most of them never made it near a church steeple
the few able to procreate there children were berated by peers
who brought the gentlechild to the brink of tears
never to get eye to eye let alone foot to cheek
and i apologize to you if my message is bleak
all i need is one sign one standing tea leaf
to know that its worth it, worth all this grief
the hope in me rotting like an apple on teacher desk
is this am i to endure like this was some kind of test