It almost validates your inherently pointless existence that spirals slowly down the toilet bowl of life that you are able to write a poem that rhymes.
I am the closest to proud I think I have ever been. Meaning that contemptuous pity replaces virulent scorn is all. Its not real pride, but close enough.
It almost validates your inherently pointless existence that spirals slowly down the toilet bowl of life that you are able to write a poem that rhymes.
ReplyDeleteI am the closest to proud I think I have ever been. Meaning that contemptuous pity replaces virulent scorn is all. Its not real pride, but close enough.