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

this is devastating, but so good. really wonderful writing!
I appreciate the feedback, I'm glad it resonated with you.