The Reprocutions Poem by William Mowell

Pencil in my hand, my mind in a cage
My demons have found me, nothings on the page
Doing it right or doing it wrong
Whatever the choice I'm doing it strong

Drinkin' or workin', lovin' or fightin'
The reprocutions I ain't likin'
I can hear them, I have choices
Right or wrong, I can hear the voices

Faithful or cheating, I'm takin' a beatin'
Will she love me, or will she be leavin'
Doing it right, am I doing it wrong
Can I be saved, or am I too far gone

Drinking, working, loving, fighting
The reprocutions are lying
Live in the shadows, or on the main stage
Longing for the moment, my head leaves this cage

Doing whats right, ain't worryin' whats wrong
But doing whats wrong, are the verses to the song
I can hear them, I have choices
Right or wrong, I can't stand their voices

Late night cartoons or a dusty old bar room
Right or wrong, this is my personal tomb