No human has control all the time,
I almost slipped on some slime.
Everyday it's a struggle,
trying not to get into a tuggle.
With all the arrogant pie in the sky fools,
practicing control at times schools.

I avoid trouble,
until the trouble I want to get into
comes along.

When the fool I hate the most,
walks in the door,
he might hit the freaking floor.

Not only in everyday life,
but also in this writing arena.

I hate rude know all don't mind
hurting peoples feelings people.

If you can't let me down nice,
I might slip on your ice.
Slid right in your door,
to even the score.

Other than this I keep a strong hold,
on the animal known as control.
I try to choke the chicken,
and keep it ticking.

Hey,
I'm just another human trying,
don't want be in this world frying.
Control is very important,
to reduce always being a combatant.

Having faith truly helps,
Jesus turned the other cheek,
but us humans aren't that meek.

We slip!

G