The Greatest Rarity Of All: Me Behaving
A poem about the rarity of me having good behavior
I have a secret I wanna share. For some reason my mother thinks me behaving is very rare.
Is little Joe good? Is he behaving and will it go good? Is he so good? or is he up to no good?
When it comes to bad choices I'm normally the first one to try it, but every now and then I know how to sit and be quiet.
Want a shot of havoc? I can make it a double, but every once and a while I like to stay out of trouble.
If my mind isn't and idle and I'm in a really good mood I can be a well-behaved good dude.
When mama Peggy sees me behaving she asks the world are y'all believing this? He's not being mischievous.
What can I say for me? My best behavior for everyone else is probably a bad day for me.
But why does everyone care? Because a day of me on my best behavior is very rare.
It's a day when I don't draw a lot of sigh out of folks. Not giving nerves a yoke or inappropriate jokes.
The universe has to have a savior if there are days that exist when I'm on my best behavior.
About the Creator
Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.


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