Sometimes I have a bad memory because there's plenty things to forget,
When you have to remember everything and a bit is all you get;
Sometimes people are nasty and that provokes pain and spite,
And then you never really remember, whether you're left or right.
Sometimes I think people are trying to kill me and that I really hate,
Because I can't remember anything about what they do to create;
So I must leave a constant reminder that they must all relate,
And not go on living in a battle mind field in constant war and debate.
A bad memory is something that most people tend to forget,
But still they're a constant reminder and unpleasant when you bet;
Though there is always light at the end of the tunnel if you recall,
For the earth is such a big place and the world just a small ball.
I seem to remember something so I can't have a bad memory all the time,
Because I must remember that I have read it all and written rhyme;
And the bad memory is a reminder of the sin we did commit,
Because it keeps coming back to haunt us just as it sees fit.
I really do have a bad memory on history and things to eat,
But I pray about it constantly to remind me I have two feet;
And I remember bits and pieces of places and faces I meet,
And names and where I associate is why I must have meat.
So now a bad memory is a constant reminder of thinking I'll die a death,
And I won't go on anymore living and won't take another single breath;
So who am I now whose writing after I scratch my head again,
It really was that sin I'm talking about, so please forgive me with my pen.
Never hate anyone.