have I ever mentioned that I am great?
i think so
worshipped in grandeur and oppulence, I would make my subjects happy
no followers
companions would be nice
we could be great together
in the soup of life and adventure
crutonious obstacles we would overcome
not so, not today, maybe never
misunderstanding, miscommunication, pisses me off
i'm sick of snap judgements flying my way, and
it always seems constant
i must seem like a flake, a fluke, a poser, and a joke
or a horny teen, one and/or all
does this matter
no
so why get pissed off?
hey, you're right. . ..