Mud

If the mud sticks

Guess I’ll just have to wear it

Cause God knows this world is messy

So if your mission is just to clean up

All the muck

Good luck with that

Because we are all human

All a little bit Goddam flawed

And the ones I most trust

Know that metals often rust

When exposed to air

And that some wounds leave scars

That run deep

And they will not ever be

Permanently airbrushed out of existence

So why not just appreciate

That into every life some rain must fall

And muddiness is so often

The consequence of it all

And so there are times

When mud is flung

Maybe we should not argue

Just let it stick