Not quite exactly evidenced based
But make no mistake
I’ll be right up in your face
Until you’re counting the pores on my skin
It’s just my passionately-fueled
Intention
It’s meaningful
And rock fucking solid
And did I mention
That I think I’m right
Meanwhile
I’ll count the moment spent waiting
For your head buried in the sand
Response…
Not quite prepared enough
To be swallowing my pride
Followed by a delicate foot
Like sand scratching its way
Past my overworked windpipe
See the proof of my accuracy
Has been mauled
Once again
By my stupidity
Deep fried insecurity
I should learn how to keep my fucking mouth shut
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