Whoaaa.. wait a minute.. don't get the wrong idea that i've grown soft and weak, i'm still a mean and nasty bastard that can still kill with my poison pen and i will throw down my fists with anyone that pisses me off, just because i am getting old and nostalgic doesn't mean that i can't put up a good fight nor does it mean i can't write a good poem every so often about drinking and loneliness and whores and drugs, and if you say i can't then i will have to kick your ass but.. wait a minute, my little stinkerman is waking from his nappy and i have to make his lunch, so we will have to do the dance later, okay?
Reason for writing:
don't want you to think i've changed...just goofing around...it feels good to have some time to write..i know ..three in a row?...you must be sick of me by now
Birth sign: Libra
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