I feel happy without implement, cents or reason.
I gain wisdom without notes, assessments and Google.
I receive love without disrespect, dishonesty and distrust.
I feel royalty without opposition, self-service or patriarchy.
Relentlessly, they don’t want my nonchalant attitude, but I’m a narcistic bitch. So I’ll say, “fuck you,” and do what I like to. We all chose what emotions to prostitute, maybe my happiness is overused but I believe worrying is mental abuse. Follow the virtuous example and surpass the frustration and anger, she’s seeking sweeter flavors. You’re not my favorite, but I’d still want to be Minnie if you were Mickey and Jill if you were Jack. Beyond the fork running away with the spoon, I want you to be my stars and moon, ‘cause maybe I love you!? Its true, I wake with demonic tastes in my mouth, “what’s my life about?” Forget the frowns and move past the sorrow, “get it while you can, ‘cause we may not be here tomorrow.” So let me barrow one of those solace kisses that leave me in Nirvana, like the cake I ate that was laced, which tasted great but the waste was harder to face compared to your lies. I’ll try to endure your bullshit and inspire simple enjoyments that this world of ours has to offer. You slobber and spit when you’re talking shit, but there’s not sweeter sight than a grouches smile. So let us talk awhile, until the sunrises and the sadness sets. Until I feel your conviction in tone of voice, when your adverbs and adjectives become a good choice and carry me along in the words of your song. So I guess even the crazies have integrity. “Damn that rabbit face!” She said as she endeared the appreciation tears, loving hugs and sincere gestures. Just let her be who/what her soul desires. Building a fire inside of frustration and anger, but a pleasant expression is favored. Neighboring the truth, yet your stories are growing tails. She wails, “I’m tired…” and yet I’m still tolerating the evil, mean and ugly queens. I’m sick of these scenes and I have to leave because you’re verbally attacking me. It’s not that I have anything to hide…well, just that I hate the way we mesh, but I love the feeling of your flesh so ill lick your lips one last time before I say
goodbye.
