I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

You have an ideal That I will never fulfill So I have to peel

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

Embrace the darkness It’s the only way That your light can shine

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen