brandopfer

I am 100%.
Perfection itself.
At least bid-ness wise.
Honest.
I was told so today.
Behold my wicked awesome-core-ness.
Ain't no thang, baby;
it's just how I roll.


Yesterday was deluxe yo.
I got myself a new toy.
Not that sort, Perv.
It brings me much joy.
Joy like the middle aged married dad
upon finding gas two cents cheaper after
searching for twenty minutes.
Unmitigated, Undeserved, Unnecessary Joy.
Boo-ya.


You don't even realize I'm upset with you.
That I haven't called you back in days.
Your powers of observation (a.k.a. your
apparent disinterest in anything that doesn't
directly benefit you), and
complete inability to grasp the obvious
are stunning.
I am stunned.
A deer in headlights.
With luck
the automobile will not stop.
Perhaps then
the ensuing splatter will
make you take notice.



I don't know your face no more
Or feel your touch that I adore
I don't know your face no more
It's just a place I'm looking for
We might as well be strangers in another town