Is STUPID printed on my face
sometimes I think it's so
I try my best to think you true
and yet you're not I know
In all the years that you've known me
I've always had your back
Seems every time I give you aid
I'm left holding the sack
You have many grand ideas
but never see them through
And those you drag along with you
oft have much to rue
You won't start where others do
and work your way along
You think you know much more than he
who made the business strong
I've seen you lie straight to my face
you knew I knew the truth
Something's broke inside your head
maybe from your youth
Now you've run so far away
and left a mess for me
Your responsibilities blown off
foot loose and fancy free
I pick the pieces off the ground
you've tossed around and scattered
It's now my job to make whole
the dream you almost shattered
I paint a picture of a man
who's only for himself
In spite of this strong anger
I put it on the shelf
I have known and tried to guard
against your depredation
I try to fix those who've been caught,
your path of devastation
I am angry... that will pass
and this I know is true
When you face the final cost
you'll know that it's all you
Richard Higley© May 2011
