One Hundred Percent Good

you won’t tell anyone
you’re lousy with secretspoke my eye
out I’ll lost me left side you canflip me
over like a record or a turtle which
everyou prefer one way I’ll keep spinning
the other I’ll die in the sun her
sad crush to an ugly boylike me when you run
I just walk fast you can bethe big
shot just don’t shoot yourself let me
putthis away and I’ll come complain
with you Iremember them standing in the circle.