New poem I wrote this morning. The text is at the bottom after the video.
I AM a mistake
I am a mistake
Not in the sense that my birth was accidental,
Or that my parents weren’t overly sentimental
About me coming into this world all cranky and temperamental
I am a mistake
Rather I am a serious of flubs and fuck ups
A never ending calamity of false starts and blowups
A breakup, a checkup a buildup a burnup
A constant crisis of startup and windup
I’m the guy who has to learn shit the hard way
Hell, I’ll probably bring about my own personal doomsday
My luck is rotten and
I’ve already forgotten
the lessons I just learned
When I got seriously burned
But I know it’s really all my fault
You don’t have point that out or pour on the salt
I’m always thinking about the choices I’ve made
And the prices of paid
Or The ways I have strayed from my path
Ending up alone and afraid
I should have gone, I should have stayed
If only that message could have been better conveyed
Those are thoughts that never seem to fade
It’s as if with every passing decade, my mind seems parade all the mistakes I have made so that I feel like inside there is an endless tirade
You’d think I’d be ready to say enough is enough
But even though things have been pretty rough
I’m still standing, I’m still moving, though sometimes it’s tough
But you know what? I’m fine with it
You might think I’m stupid or full of shit
Or Maybe I’m just too foolish to quit?
Perhaps I’m too prideful and arrogant
But I think, I’m finally ready to admit
I like who I am, mistakes and all
Sometime I laugh when I recall
The fist fights and brawls
The late nights and close calls
The angry cougar who liked to maul me with her paw when she was under the influence of alcohol
It’s hard to recall it all with out feeling like I’m in free fall
I am a mistake
Until now, my life has felt like purgatory
So much felt routine and mandatory
A hoary momento mori
Signifying nothing but sound and fury
But you know what I realized?
That shit is only a made up story