Looking for Trouble

Dog don't beg,
at the feet of the owner.

slave don't steal,
from the hand of the master.

Complications gone wild,
at the edge of the wood.

Regrets pile high,
You did what you could.

Why do we do this to ourselves?
Attracting burdens,
of paperless memos piled high.

If there was nothing to do,
relaxing in Heaven...

We would create worry,
Looking for Trouble...

11:58 pm Thursday April 11, 2013