You’re beginning to bore me with your words of regret. Regret nothing and forget everything. That’s the way I handle life. Stop being the victim in your head. Nobody cares. That’s the inevitable truth. You think way too much and act all too little. Be your own deceiver.
Hey, I can write poetry too. I call it "Ode to Road Kill"
ReplyDeleteIt's not Road Kill, it's still twitchin'. Gotta wait awhile to take to the kitchin'
I'm a regular Will Wadsworth.
Signed,
Capt. Kirks Dead Son