I have my weakness learned—
Ugly, but no I can't&nbsp;&nbsp;
for a second hate its burning light.&nbsp;&nbsp;
I should be called reckless,&nbsp;&nbsp;
something close to wreckless,&nbsp;&nbsp;
you bet I prefer this maleness.&nbsp;&nbsp;
I leave the toilet seat up,&nbsp;&nbsp;
eat loudly and drop a ***** cup,&nbsp;&nbsp;
take a bath then go for my long lap.&nbsp;&nbsp;
It's the cost of my hero—&nbsp;&nbsp;
bravery wears this kind of raw.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Kings do what they **** well like,&nbsp;&nbsp;
sometimes breaking rhythm, ignoring strike.