My ‘Philosophy: “It Doesn’t Take A Talent To Be Mean–Stay Open-Hearted -And Honest”
She’s Returning to Olongapo City—Or Wherever-the-fuck she originated ‘From’—Good Riddance.
She was always a pain in the ass anyhow.
“Gonna Hurt You
I was a Boxer In My Youth and even while In the U.S. Nav–
Though I bled a lot–I Never went down
But Got My Ass Kicked–
Yet I Was Always Still Left Standing
When Better, Superior Opponents
Layin’ Flat On Their Backs
It Was All About Self-Dogg’d Determination
Cred for Vid: Who Cares?
It is Public Domain at this Point
“What’s That Thing in Yer Ear?”
“I Hear Stupid Things Better.”
Gotta LOVE Mickie!
“Bon Voyage Bitch.”
(You Must Know How I Love Her–Scroll Down)
And Of Course,
“It Doesn’t Take A Talent To Be Mean”
I’m fu*cking sensitive
(And I’d like to remain that way)
So if you are not ‘on-board’ with that, get outta my life.
Because I will wreck your train.
I will derail your ‘Vain Train.’
(I certainly have ‘derailed’ mine.)
I am a fucking “professional” at derailing trains.
Also pretty well-versed in Train-Wrecks
I will sink your shit (and your ship).
I will burst yer bubble.
I will destroy your expectations and any aspirations you may have had for me.
I would not give you a dime.
But I would give you the shirt off my back.
Because I care.
And my character flaw
Is that I am generous.
To a fault.
But In short:
I am an asshole.
(And I’d like to stay that way)
The only one forced to live with Lance is “Lance”.
(And of Course MS Muse)
And she ain’t too fu*king happy with her Indentured Servitude And she finally has had enuff.
But screw her!
I paid her!
I fed her.
Never ‘bedded’ her.
I missed her before she even got into her car.
“I have done a curs’d thing.”
I don’t need to hit you over the head by dropping in the lyrics.
Pretty certain if you are HERE you appreciate SMART.
And if not.
Get off my page.
Go look for something mundane.
And have a nice day.
Oh! and please be careful with me:
I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way.