Clearly I do need practice.
You know how as there are some people you can dress up, but you can't take em anywhere?
Well my best friends don't even try to dress me up.
Aplomb?
I get so riled, and am so incapable of lying that it just blows the cover off of any attempt I might make to embody moderation. Dang.
I could discredit and embarass psychotic bag ladies when I go off.
I must be a burden to the center left.
I hope that people will not judge those others with whom I associate, too harshly by me.
And will considering just hating, pitying, admiring ignoring me, if merited, on an equal opportunity basis.
One to one.
My kind, whatever that is, is probably, for the most part, fine.
It is I, personally, who am icky.
Can I stay anyhow? |
