Jackass Joe

Try and try I’ve done
Many words run through my head
How many ways can you say “I’m sorry”?
It’s easy, for me at least
When I’m wrong
When it needs to be spoken
But, oh so difficult to utter
When I’ve done nothing wrong
To say those two words
Just to keep peace
That won’t really be true peace
But fake

The apology should come from him
But instead, all but I,
Expect it from me
Although I shouldn’t,
It’s not what God wants
I take offense
From him I can understand
But those two?
I call her Mom
She’s the only one I’ve ever known
He calls me so much-
 Mother to his children, Best friend, Confidant, supporter
And it’s the abusive Jackass they support

Support
That’s what it is, isn’t it?
When they ask for my “Sorry” to be given
Would they be my supporter’s
If I became the verbally abusive bitch instead?

But I don’t want to be that person
I’m trying to apologize
Not for him of course
But because it’s the way I was raised
What Jesus wants
And it’s Jesus I owe
any apologies to
Not Jackass Joe

But maybe I'll have a drink
With Mr. Jack Daniel's first
to loosen my tongue