Messenger

I’ve always been told

A golden rule

Something I’m supposed to

Follow through

The men say

Don’t shoot the messenger

Please oh please

Don’t shoot the whisperer

Please oh please

Forgive me my words

Forgive me my sins

In my travels, I’ve learned a bit

Sometimes you have to tense and grit

But in my time I’ve learned the fact

You never break this fateful pact

Don’t shoot the messenger

Please oh please

Don’t hit the diplomat

Please oh please

Forgive me my words

Forgive me my sins

Most situations end with me

Face to face with gritty deeds

Cognizant of sickly greed

I’d rather not see

Sometimes I just can’t believe

That I

Don’t shoot the messenger

Please oh please

Don’t knock the translator

Please oh please

Forgive me my crimes

Forgive me my brain