For Better and For Worse

I don't know what gets into me

It comes from someplace deep inside

A fiend that rears its ugly head

Like Doctor Jekyll's Mr. Hyde

I don't know why it lives in me

It does not pussyfoot around

Perhaps I learned it from my Dad

A man who wrestled with the hound

I don't know how or when or why

It seems to be a rooted curse

A foible I must ride herd on

And bear for better and for worse