king for a day

sometimes
i say the wrong things,
or the right things
to the wrong people
or the right things to the right people
but loud enough for the wrong people to hear
and that's when things get complicated.
i love her
but not in "that way"
and perhaps she understands
or knows that i'm just a fool
and takes no offense
in loose lips
but i could feel her eyes tapping my shoulder
that night at the bar
and i didn't look back
or try to remedy the situation
because that is not my role.
i hurt more people
by loving the wrong people.
it would be fun to play god for a day
and fix things.
but that's a lot of responsibility
to put on a jester's shoulders.

here, pull my finger...