Maybe you were born smart.
Smarten up, you never heard.
Maybe born with your mistakes made.
Maybe never a discouraging word.
Or maybe you were born a fuckup.
Maybe you fucked up was all you heard.
And maybe you broke shit so easily,
What’s the big why about your word?
Eye, slowing down the breakage,
Clampin’ off the leakage,
Makin’ that which sucks
Help clean up the mess.
That’s the cost of wisdom.
Not knowing and then knowing
That ignorance well aimed
Thank you, friend.