Sucking It Up


I never cared much for taking the heat
But I did what I did 'cause I followed my feet
And they took me to places I shouldn't have been
And my hands made some gestures I'd hoped were unseen
Then before I could stop it my mouth did engage
In a battle of four-letter words in a rage
And my nose remained loftily high in the air
While my ears and my brain wished that I were not there
Why my hands, feet, and mouth would not follow my brain
Was a concept that baffled me time and again
But I took to the back seat and let it play out
All the trash that that guy in my head likes to spout
Will one day, I'm sure, quite determine my fate
And I'll find myself locked in a cell with this mate
And I know he'll abuse me and call me a dud
A loser, a flop, rub my face in the mud
I just wish I could shake him sometime before death
Have one moment of peace without holding my breath
In fear of this guy who takes over my brain
This guy who makes others think I am insane
But I fear that this guy, my sinister half
Will carve out my tombstone and have the last laugh
When upon it he carves, "Here I lie, a big dud,
Still sucking it up with my face in the mud"
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nakedowl