Was My Own Doing Poem by Patty Rose

Was my own doing, there I’ve confessed
now can I have my screwed up life back
I can’t help it if I’m possessed

Con’t mean to be a pest, I’m just trying to do my best
didn’t know it was your face that got a whack
was my own doing, there i’ve confessed

Isn’t the first test of wills and I ended up obsessed
at least with this conman I didn’t jump in the sack
I can’t help it if I’m possessed

Smoking to the east, smoking to the west
all I got is your flack and this bloody hack
was my own doing, there I’ve confessed

Please don’t jest, for maybe I’m blessed
in this crazy world I’m just pulling up the slack
I can’t help it if I’m possessed
was my own doing, there I’ve confessed