Sometimes I feel like I'm the scum of the earth, sometimes I feel like I'm the shine of the sky.
Why is it dependent upon CG? Is it a defiant avenue toward love? She had no problem with me, I think, from the start. But I shimmied an attitude to take a stand. I don't want to be trudged upon. I have no problem with her, other than time together.
I could flick an elbow and kill a rhino.
But I restrain. And my restraint is interpreted as attack by merely the shine in my eye.
Cops still follow me. Cowards. Sissies afraid of potential that will never happen. Because I am a gentleman.
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