Vim and vinegar.
Lushously loose and lulling a ligation of love.
A pretense of pompous pretentiousness priming a primal powderkeg.
Destructive dictation diseased the dowry daunting a demons debate.
Imagine an image irrigating an interesting irritation.
A common citizen creating a carcinogenic cacophony.

There is a reason I can't keep my hands off you.
Mostly because you feel so supple to my touch.
But there is more to it.
See I express my self physically.
Use my hands to accentuate my speach.
So for me to touch you is more than you think.
It is my ultimate expression of love.
My hands lazily trotting the atlas of your form.
Is a million words that don't exist.
Before we had words, we had gestures.
Love is impossible to articulate with words.
So I will let my hands do the talking.
And I do hope you understand,
Why words don't flow from me to you.
Love is a feeling not a word.
And it's meant to be felt.
Do you feel it? Because I mean it.
So much that I can't even insult the feeling,
By using paltry words.
No word is worth what you mean to me.
No words.

White history month.
White lives matter.
The white panthers party for self defense.
Caucasian-American Civil Rights movement.
*******.
White pride.
White conciousness movement.
I could go on, the sad thing is that every one of those sounds offensive. Even to me. I didnt choose the color of my skin.
I inherited my ancestors sins simply because I was born white.
Grew up outside of Detroit every friend I had was a different color than myself. But for some reason any altercation with a person of another color falls back to I must be a racist because I don't agree. I have never judged a person by the color of their skin, I was raised better than that. I trust implicitly, until given reason not to. I do admit to being judgemental, but not once has a slur passed my lips without leaving distaste. So if I may, could you maybe not call me white? I  grew up poor in the ghetto and was beaten and *****. I've payed my dues and so have you.  Let's meet on even ground,  as equal men.  And please don't ever call me white again.

There must have been a communication breakdown.
Because I don't know what you are talking about.
Where is all this aggression coming from?
I have no idea why you think I would or could do that.
But you're still yelling... I think maybe we should talk about this later.
I know you don't want to wait, but we're not solving anything like this.
Please stop yelling.
Seriously I need you to stop.  Stop yelling.
I DIDN'T. I WOULDN'T.
Why can't you believe me?
Oh that's fair, dredge that up.
Not like you will ever let that go... it's not even related.
You're really starting to make me upset.
Please just stop yelling, we can talk if you just stop screaming.
I'm just not going to respond until you calm down.
Peh.
Mmmmmhmmmm.
Wow, really?
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FINE THEN I'LL JUST ******* LEAVE.
No it's too late.
I'm done,  just ******* DONE.
Now you want to talk?
Now.... after what you just said?
I should calm down?
Oh really?
Yeah you're already raising your voice again.
I'm leaving.
No. I'm leaving.
No don't bother, I'm not going to answer it anyways.
BECAUSE YOU JUST ACCUSED ME OF ******* YOUR BEST FRIEND.

The end is neigh! The end is neigh!
Man, **** that guy. He needs to get high.
Spouting words of hurt from a book full of lies.
A disconcerting judgement in clever disguise.
A contemptible man, deserving despise.
Spewing forth ichor to blind your mind.
Take a look to his left and what do you find?
A troubled humble man wasting his time.
Trying to get you to open your eyes.
Start recycling before everything dies.
His message is simple and doesn't suprise.
All based on fact, as the lies subside.

The truth is out there, you just have to look.
Don't always believe what you read in a book.

I'd gladly smile for you today,
But only if we can negotiate a trade.
I'll smile for you today, so I don't inconvenience your mood.
But only if you join me tomorrow to brood.
We can sit and drink whiskey and question our lives.
Drink the whole bottle and wish we would die.
Look at happy people, eyes full of contempt.
Break a few laws as if we're exempt.
Crack a new bottle to down in an instant.
The key to binge drinking is being consistent.
We can then settle in for the night,
Drink a third bottle and get in a fight.
Then we can collapse tired and sad
Hoping tomorrow we don't feel so bad.
Sounds fair enough, a good trade indeed.
I get that it might seem a tad bit extreme.
To expect this behavior from a person like you.
But that's basically what you want me to do.
So I'll trade you a smile on the outside,
If you're willing to see what that smile really hides.

My friend Richard is a large man.
In more than one way, if you know what I mean.
He's polite and insightful, and woefully keen.
Heavy set in respect to his size and demeanor.
Incase you are thinking I speak of his ******.
A man built to accommodate his heart.
To say it is large would be just a start.
Loving life and helping you too as well.
Yes I'd say Richard is swell as all hell.
But he also has a really big ****.