Uncouth Truth

Pardon me for my behavior
This way i honor my Savior
I have been known to be uncouth
And have been this way from my youth

My words and manner may be rough
To you and others out right tough
But my struggle to find heaven
Outs things i refuse to harbor

Mine is the way of the awkward
With a gear for only forward
Never mind what you do with me
I have plans to meet at a Tree

If my bold truth makes me clumsy
And fingers are posted at me
I embrace cold's reality
Let us skip the formality

Wrong when exposed is uncultured
A fool seek to have it nurtured
I would be laughed at to heaven
Rather then applauded to hell

If to you I make up the rough
And my hot lips showcase the tough
Find me Unapologetic
Life without truth is pathetic

Now there may be a way for truths
To be showcased in tiny booths
Who has time to figure that out
I have chosen the direct route