I don't even care if they care. Just give me a pair of eyes to stare at while I improvise lines. A couple of ears to hear some sorry excuses for rhymes. I'll recite them all for less than a dime. I'm just hoping for another free Corona. (Please hold the ******* lime.)
The days of innocence for so long our only truth we come into this world so imperfect, yet, so innocent though our innocence is fleeting with every passing day until noting but imperfection is left becoming wholly what we are