Finally Over Myself

Let me in that outside "box", of yours
it's a place I think sounds quaint,
with my devil-may-care attitude
I'll soon prove that you're no saint;
and that it's your own life you wish to taint.

Mother Goose looks grim through shadows,
Who's your daddy? What's his name?
Why do you waste time trying to prove
everyone else is who's to blame?
Being a mere loudmouth will be your claim to fame!

Never in my wildest dreams
while sowing my wild oats,
have I met an individual
who's missed so many "boats"!
Maybe you should try taking some more notes.

I performed a grand disservice
while servicing your wants and needs,
in my eyes you were a "flower"
in a world made up of weeds;
because of you I own a heart that simply bleeds.