Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Crooked

Crooked

I’ve got crooked teeth
But only on the bottom
With a stiff lower lip
You’d hardly know I got em

I’ve got a stiff upper lip
About my blackest whites
I’m able to survive the day
And not cry through the night

Now I can keep on covering
Or I can cast the blame
I can claim pure motives
But still the fact remains
                
I could compare with others
Convince myself I’m fine
But no matter how I read myself
There’s still a bottom line


I’m crooked