I might be crazy,
which either hints at
my humility or my
egomania at always being
the best by giving
them a slim chance at
proving me wrong because
we all deserve a chance
to fight for our pride
and not get killed for
it from the inside, the
malicious inside where
the streets are unknown,
the sidewalks are uneven and
cracked and where the fucking
cat shit in the sandbox
again because we all love
them so much to
entitlement and have
them think that Ra
created them first and
who can blame them
when they are
treated to expect a
reaction by me, or
by us, I can't remember,
which was never glorious but
fabulous enough for its
sunken pillows to stay warm
on my cold bed where
she used to want to come
home to after a long day
of people bitching at the
same old same old same old
stupid shit
that no one gives a fuck
about but listens to anyway.
It's all the same.
