Trouble
Hubble Bubble, I am always in trouble
I speak when I should keep it shut
When I should speak, I don’t
And that’s when the s**t hits the fan
To say I could have told you
Voices raised to thunder status
Doors slam
Red faces screaming on too long
I can’t do right for doing wrong
Even when I try to be helpful
It blows up in my face
I hand out good advice when asked for
Which goes in one ear and out the other
Not to sound big headed
A week or so later, they find I was right all along
Hubble Bubble, is there a right kind of trouble?
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