It's hard to say I'll only say what's wise and kind;
It's hard to control my mouth and my mind,
Or so I find;
All seems to run on remote control, if any control at all,
And so I fall--
Boy, do I fall, somehow on front and kiester both at once
Like a dunce--
Pretend that fool wasn't me at all
But I know it was I who took the fall
And fell again until black and blue and I rue
And repent of all I out of my mouth sent
That wasn't wise or wasn't kind
Which came from an uncontrolled mind.
[2002-2003]
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