Not gonna write no poetry this time,
not gonna feel sorry for myself in rhyme;
this time it’s serious and so am I,
this time I’m gonna be the other guy,
who puts down the pen and gets down to work
cleaning this mess I’ve made and am,
doing what’s needed, not giving a damn
who says and thinks that I’m some kind of jerk.
This time will be different, it has to be,
to end this sad-sack cycle routine.