Mischief

Gotta cry as daylight dies
As night spills ink across the horizon 
The evening is cold and bleak 
Autumn brings endings but I don't oblige them 
"Fuck ups can be fortuitous" I reckon as
I big brother myself 
They can also be gratuitous 
To err is human but I should 
at least share the wealth 
Nothing about this date on the calendar 
heralds a holiday or summons a sea change
Morose and minus mirth 
Can't stay sane without getting strange 
Nobody understands that I saw all this coming 
I was pelted by portents 
I heard marchers drumming 
and still the blasphemous blare 
caught me somewhat unaware 
I swear I was watching 
but every earthly pain still got me 
But anyway there's always a drug 
A pill or a tonic 
A prescription or a plug 
A mind eraser or easer 
for a bad guy beleaguered 
Make no mistake I'm hardly 
the hero of my own story 
I'm a piss poor protagonist 
when the right thing is boring 
Still I try to hold myself to a simple standard 
I've got my good humor and 
I'm mostly well mannered 
Well intentioned for the most part 
'til mischief makes off with my mind 
Gets me limber and loosened up enough 
to dance with all the trouble I can find 
Let it dip and twirl me 
Get me dosed and dizzy 
Letting myself love it 
Letting love kill me 
"Ask not who it tolls for"
"Remember it's for thee" 
'Til then I'll revel in any problems I please