"Who the **** do you think you are?"
The man in question sat, even with the urgency of the question asked.
He was practically catatonic.
His interrogator asked once more, but with more anger:
"Who the **** do you think you are, exactly?"
The man in question answered, "My name is Theodore Cornelius Riley, but in my mind I am the reincarnation of Andrew Jackson, and I will send your **** to the Indian Territory while your having a hemorrhoid."
The man inhaled.
With a mighty exhale, the man said "Try me, *****."

The way you remove your glasses for a picture is perfection.
hoping the picture you were taking was a distraction.
  Your eyes gave me life, almost like a resurrection.
Yet something was still killing me, my own complexion.
I wanted something, maybe it was your love, or your attention.
I have something to tell you, almost a confession.
I smile like a little boy whenever your name is mentioned.
I still remember that day, and I truly apologize for that bad first impression.
I didn't expect my heart to take me in that direction.
"Was she really worth the pain?" was the real question.
My mind was filled with your images, you became an obsession.
You were the only thing that was not in my possession.
I fell ill and lost sight of the world, becoming a victim of depression.
You cruelly kicked me out of your world, I was devastated.
I stayed in between my sheets, away from the world and isolated.
Watching her with another lad, got my heart frustrated.
Her beautiful orange dress was the reason I was intoxicated.
"How dare he touch her?!" I felt so **** infuriated.
She smiled at me, knowing completely obliterated me from inside.
I was never able to recover from her eyes, as it only illuminated.
Yet she got closer and hugged me as if nothing happened.
She even complimented me and called me handsome,
Why would she do that to my fragile heart? I couldn't fathom.
she lit a fire in my heart and the only thing that won't die for her is my passion...