I'm not a failure at everything as much as I am a success at nothing. I need direction, and then I need to change that direction. Constantly.
A twisted arrow of vengeance
flying a course that's less than straight
She jiggles down the sidewalk
with a slightly mannish gait
She used to be one of them
Now she makes them pay
in one way by night
and another by day
Her acid leering gaze
at every man she sees
hating every reflection
of her before the surgery...
Not sure that's anywhere near 'done' but it was requested that I post it, yesterday. Sorry. I'm a day late.
