I have to tell you honey,
that I am notorious.
I am infamous.
I'm everything you will never be.
I'll be wandering lessons,
dog-eared pages in the footnotes
So, please, please, please,
make a note of my missed shots,
and almost made-its.
Just a little artillery,
it's all that I'm asking for,
is just a little credit.
Give me this at least,
that I sputtered out
At least every once in a while.
You can even dress me up,
in children's lullabies
and song and rhyme.
You can spin me full-meter,
and wash me over at quarter time.
Just make sure these anecdotes,
don't get lost in the fray.
I'm not selling you these prayers,
but I'm not openly giving them away.
I'm overlooked and forgotten.
I got just what i always wanted.