only, my forewarned god
does that thing where he tells everyone
before me the bad things,
an encyclopedia of damaged goods
and three drinks in he gets frisky
when i have to say, god.
you stop it now.
i've been trying all along to be as good
as i can and you come along
making it impossible to lift my back up
and say the rights things to people
who can get me places,
big places with those vines you
read all about in the greek type books
so just lay off it.
i'll be on my way if you'd just stop
blocking the doorway.

excuses, excuses.