it is an impossible act
for me to respect
those who lack the courage
to match their convictions
mean what you fucking say
say what you fucking mean
and kindly get the fuck out of my way
to be endured
on a sunny saturday morn
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Nothing good happens before coffee… well, ALMOST nothing.
Morning fucking happens before coffee.
That would qualify as an ALMOST.
Today, the world was shit before coffee. Afterwards… less shit. Now the wine is in me, the world is rainbows and cheesecake. It’s the cycle of life.
Bourbon. A little of Kentucky’s most fruitful cash crop. Life’s most truthful poetry. The universe is mine for the fucking. I can’t complain.
Alicia keep on soaring.
Nice to read some of your work.