Excuse?

So I’ve been away what Not down to stay up And scratch out a line To react outta my mind Trying to write some verse While I’m feeling the worst See I’ve got this curse Of ill health cause I’m killing myself Bringing in that wealth to shelf In accounts it’s what it’s about Cause without I can’t pay The bills I denounce and they say the will’s All it’s about to push through All this doubt let’s shush and be true Walk instead of talk But I’m tired and can’t be fired So I still show up even when I throw up Hard work is the name of the game Berserk it’s a shame that I’ve no claim To money and no pot of honey That’s sweet man it’s funny I never thought it’d be so crummy To build the empire that I desire But see I’ve got this fire That’s all I need to inspire My roll toward the goal It’s the purpose of my soul. J. Niles