An Ode to Enough

you can be real annoying
and such a pain in the ass.
'cause your being there
tells me i'm crass.
it's not your fault
no, no, it ain't.
in fact, you're good
i'd say a saint.
but see, saints sometimes
they don't seem neat.
they're like bedmates who
pee on the sheet.

your point, it lingers
your point is just.
but it's hard to listen
to words like must.
i'm better off
doing wrong sometimes,
to deviate
and say screw the rhymes.
it proves i'm free,
that i've a choice
that i could pinpoint
music from noise.

i end up though
bowing down to you.
not as a slave
but still with boo-hoos.
you're point's the point
i should've watched out for.
you're point's the point,
the indicator.
without you it's so
real hard to know
what's too much or
what is too low.

and with you, in fact
you never did
restrict my life
or place a lid.
you are a saint
not that cool but still
i'm glad you're there,
i know i will.