Qualification

So you leave a quick fix til last minute, when it rears out its big ugly head. T'was once a bad cat, now you skin it, and you deal with the things that you dread. But what force drove the issue to solving? What hand played a part in this crime? for tis yours, of this deed, are revolving... in the sink, to remove, all the grime. An indirect qualification, to substantiate all of your woes. Your subconscious has dark motivation, and it keeps you pent up on your toes. You don't like to clean all your messes, so your brain keeps a grip on the seams. When you finally think on your stresses, it locks you inside your routines. This notion must sound far fetch'd, too high flying, or out in left field, Yet nothing spoken's been stretch'd In the truththat I've here revealed. Every guilty somebody has done this, or NOT done this; it quite appears. They would sooner fall down, keep a short list, than handle the tasks of their fears. So they haggle their qualification, and speak of a life gone amiss. Yet they only quote mis-information, quite frankly, that's why I wrote this.