I am Mess

A mess of a human I freely admit
holes so many that rubber cement may do no good
Be easy to point to a mental imbalance
like it is all about my current mood

I do know that sex is on my brain
a lot just a darker skinned freak
I am hoping that is a function of having none
a woman walks by and I squirm in my seat

After teaching for years and even getting a award
it seems my pocket book has gone the wrong way
If not for hanging with daycare kids
little I would have in terms of pay

My solace is found in attempts at poetry or guitar
both in a way focused on an inner song
Some comfort in that both have a final message
love at it's best can never be wrong