III%er

©2014 David Moody

You hear sarcastic poetry

And right away you know it's me

Don't even have to turn around and look

You get a kind of half-way grin

We wonder where the hell we've been

And someday, one of us will write a book

There's no point even wishin'

I could be a great musician

But that doesn't mean I'll quit trying

I just want to live

And give it all I've got to give

Because I know someday might look down from the sky

and I'll wonder...

Let me be your mirror

You will see yourself much clearer

Just show me what you'd like to be shown

You can be my mentor

And I’ll be your III%er

We can’t let this crap go on the way it’s goin’

And, just so you know

You’ll reap everything you sow

See everything you show and there’s a place down below

And if that’s where I must go

I will only enter

as your faithful III%er