You judge me,
I’m in disgrace.
You berate me,
Convict me,
Then dismiss my case.
Wash your hands of me,
Pull the plug,
I sink without trace.
I fall down,
Try to catch you,
But can not match your pace.
I take a few clichés,
And throw them
Into your sweet face.
Life is a pack of cards,
I’m a lowly two,
Dreaming of being an ace.
MUDCROW
