crimson clover

all clovers start out green
then some become crimson,
thru life,
thru blood
thru pain
and hate,
mine turned red years ago

a clover means a lot me
it means pride, honor respect
its a way of life, a badge of honor
loyalty and respect.

i have two
one on my leg ,i did myself
with a guitar string toothpaste and cigarette ashes
took about 5 hours constantly poking,
the second is on the side of my head behind my ear
they each mean, and have a different meaning to me.
and each one were done in separate times.

when an Irishmen becomes crimson
its the most dangerous thing in the room
even to him self,
a crimson irishmen has nothing to lose
and doesn't even care if he's gained
its all principle and about respect and honor.

being a crimson clover your destined to be alone
only to have brief connections with few
and always looking for a better place and a better time.
a nomad almost,
once a clover has turned crimson there's no going back to green
its red forever, no second chances, or take backs.

being a crimson clover is a heavy weight to bare,
my shoulders often hurt, and I'm often alone to bare it.
but we each have are crosses to bare
i just gotta get the nails out of the guy stuck to mine
and start dragging that bitch around again
drag to where? who knows,
but a new beginning starts soon ,
or maybe finally an end.