EVERYTHING IS EASY 'TIL
YOU MAKE IT HARD
OK, so don't misunderstand me - way of the
world and all of that. The green chisel scrapes hard,
and the shavings are all me. I let out a mellow yowl.
Yes, it really does hurt. Outside this scabbard messenger
board, the people are lined up buying rolls and bagels.
I really want to be nowhere to be found.
Early this morning, I jumped out in front of the bus.
Fortunately, it stopped, and everyone cheered.
Aren't some things really weird?