Forget what I said last Friday at six:
Only the Hanged Man could be such a fool;
Right now the only thing to do is cool
Gratuitous thoughts which get on our wicks,
Including anything which makes us mix
Valuable energies. I’m a mule,
Educated by the hard-knock life school,
Meaning: I have wounds that have need of licks;
Else wise, I wouldn’t be such a donkey.
Please overlook these slips of my heart’s rein:
Let me be there beside you all the time
Even though I act a little bonkey
And step upon your heart. No pain, no gain:
Sometimes I have no reason and no rhyme.