He's a piece of shit.
Or is he?
He's never really
worked
a day
in his life.
He has a
bunch
of bastard children
running around
all over the county.
Confused and unloved.
He's done damage
here and there
and is not liked
by many.
Yet,
he's always
happy.
Could be the weed
or something else.
Either way,
it's a hard feat
to accomplish.
I wish to be
as happy
as him.
I, too,
have made many
mistakes.
Some days,
I can't get
past them.
I wish to have
his same smile
day
after
day.
Glowing
when facing
the burning sun.
Those horrible memories.
Everyone else
melting away
down
the drain
into an ocean
of misery.
Forgetting our
one true purpose
in life:
forgiveness.
