Though my morals still were mostly number one, as cordial as I come, I'm mortal where I'm from, so they die off when I get high off me, myself and I, then off said head to be prepared for dreadful humble pie, gluttony was the last option so chances for truth to serve me, I'm unlucky with that in fact...you tell me what it all looks like when it don't look right, like hell?, well your right... bite the hand that feeds myself, fuel just to lead myself as being a beggar and nothing better, the wayside, where I'm bound to be the roadkill, no sugarcoating, it's concrete and most ill, what got me there?, to be fair, I couldn't see what just was simply in front of me, what's your excuse?..the activist just reacts and acts a ***** plus they u-turn so who earns the right of way?, no need for a dead pool, the dead end has arrived, it's a live scene right in front of us.. get your popcorn ready, join the fun.. you can run but you can't hide... the thing that's funny to me.. it was yesterday this all was feeling fantasized.