Buddy was a fuckup.
Through and through.
Yet, without any plans,
He knew what to do.
Roll with the punches.
Kick ’em when they’re down.
Dress yourself up but leave out the clown
Who talks like you and
Walks like you and
Balks like you
At ideas.
That are not as free as
You say this but
You mean that.
Shit like this makes big regrets.
Stand on your own feet.
Like you make a stand.
Run like a winner
Not an also ran.
Finish up better
Than you began.
This here ain’t no race.
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