In a better mood

In a better mood, I’ve misconstrued it all No, don’t be rude Didn’t mean to fall A steel-toed shoe-in Drink my gin Laugh, cry again The feelings Honed or crude, Still pour in scores; What platitudes Restore my dignity? Why bother? Junkfood for thought Pull off my wings So I can’t fly; The ground will sting But all in all, No reason why. I didn’t mean to fall. Mark Burton Saturday, June 03, 2006, 2:49 A.M.