Weapon of Remorse

Blinding reflections of bad-tempered, shameless intension's
Of acts of wanting to go toe to toe seems to follow you
I find myself trying to come up with an excuse
To boost my confidence to prove, not why this may lose you
Or why it may confuse you,
But with one explaining why I don't get lost as easy
When simple instructions, measly, easily construes
falling upon ears that don't give a rats ass.
Two puffs and I pass to myself
Ive lost contact with a public that feeds of my vexation,
Continue to pound at persuasion,
Deal me these propositions as I try to avoid any contradiction,
Because their conflictive derivatives will most likely
be the one thing that not only prefer but like the most
These thoughts need a host to show them to a clean table
"Don't need to look at a menu sir," it said
"For starters ill have your trust with a little love
on the side, and for my main course disseminate your name with lies......" oops
Sorry. Every now and then I veer off course.
Its not till when my pen runs dry
I get back up on my horse,
Ignoring whatever they may have said,
and use the only effective weapon of remorse.