Self Evaluation

I have spent my life writing garbage
Although each paragraph and construct jibe with me
Really, it's still rubbish
This is my legacy
I hope she burns it
I know she will
So why write it, you may wonder
I've thought a lot about this
My stories are really metaphysical anecdotes
That mean nothing to anyone except myself
It's mostly hit and miss
As I shoot from the hip
In each aching case
I have been compelled to write stuff down
Feel free to take the piss
For me it was about the evolution of language
I love to hear what spills from tips of tongues
Certain innuendo can often bring meaning to the subject
Of deeds undone
In my case the voice was spoken like a token
Of good will
Where hearts are broken
And songs unsung