He shows up for his coat

He shows up to cope

He hides behind his throat

His words are makin’ him choke….

And he blames the sun

He blames the moon

He blames the child inside

for it has not ever heard  a sound in tune…

He shows up for his note

He doesn’t remember what it says

cuz his brain is too broke

he can’t even go to bed

He shows up with a hand

then turns it into a fist

as if he is in command

but breaks his own wrist….

And he blames all women

He blames the things they wear

He blames their past, but can’t seem to bear…

his own fine details become reality

His eyes so sullen cuz’ they will never see…

his own beauty.