Just a Guy Who Speaks His Mind

Just a Guy Who Speaks His Mind                                 August 24, 2006

Once, there was a lady
Who was so very fair.
Her name was Sadie,
And she had long, black hair.
Like a revolving door,
She walked into my life,
And we messed around,
And I found out she was a whore,
And that began my perpetual strife.

I oft have given life the finger,
Only to have it say, "Fuck you," right back.
It then punches, gives me a stinger,
And blows off its stack,
And I know, then, I'm in for a-reelin'...
No, not stealin', for I said a-reelin',
A time for suffering because it's a bastard,
But, I don't cut the mustard.
Why the hell should I care or mind?

I'm an opinionated man,
And I say what I think.
I do all this because I think I can,
Or does that thought go down the kitchen sink?
I say something now
But I get slapped in the face.
I guess The Bill of Rights
Ain't no sacred cow after all,
So, with that being said,
Life is a fucking disgrace,
For I'm not one with the swarm,
But instead, one of a kind.
I'm just a guy who speaks his mind.