Blueprints are for Punks

I used to think

I loved jerks

And I now I know

I had

The wrong kind of

Example, the wrong

Blueprint for the

Task at hand.

I’ve since

Thrown it away,

It was misleading

And meaningless.

I’m working at

Raising my standards

And thinking more


But honestly–

I can’t hardly even

Raise my hand!

How am I suppose

To feel confident

And bold enough

To be a man?

Oh, right

Men are cowards —

I can be one of those

I also

Love improvising

I can just

See where the

Melody goes

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