We were talkin' the other day
About things that pissed him off straight away
When he had time to think
How he knew he was wronged in the stink
You wouldn't know by the look he gave
That he would want to behave
And he didn't need to get along
So he cut them adrift singing his own song
Not caring how or why or who
For he found his way was easier to do
To dissipate the anger within
What is the righteous word in their sin
He needed to hear it told to him straight
For he couldn't forever wait
The truth of it all is a need
To over come the want to succeed
Now when people meet him casually
They wonder how it all came to be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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