Spoken Flow~

Somewhere along the the lines, I forgot who I am. Not some kind of shining bird, but a piece of dirt. Ah, let’s face it, if you knew who I am, you’d be running for cover, to get the hell out of the way. Steel reinforced junk, just sitting next to the road, “That’s a god damn eye sore” he said, fixing his crotch. Never apologize, for being yourself, I may not have “IT” but “IT” has me. Clara Bow had “IT”, Hell I think Ms. Louise Brooks had “IT”, at one point it seemed everyone in fucking Hollywood, had “IT”. Times change, and it seems that the World wants to send this Great BIG Message, out to the masses, but the more you listen, the less you hear, and the more that you fight this God damn war, the more they got you locked Up. See, it’s All in your mind, from start to finish…. And all of this politicaly correct Bullshit, is flushing our society, straight down the toilet. When a comedian, can’t tell the truth, because it offends someone, he’s out of a damn job, because he ain’t funny no more. The Comedy Is the truth! That’s the price of it, there ain’t no freedom of speech! It’s all Walking and Choking, on glass, to make others happy. You wanna settle things, piss someone off. Write them a letter, and thank them for their time! You wanna get even, go right up to the Biggest Toughest looking hombre, start shaking his hand, look him flat in the eyes, buy him a drink! You really want to get under someone’s skin, go up to a cop, Tell him he’s doing a good job, and it sucks no one cares that he’s putting his life on the line to protect a bunch of assholes. Yeah, things have been rough and ugly for quite sometime, it’s like getting Hit, with a Big ole rock, in the back of the head, and you finally come to, and remember…
who the Fuck I am.

**(matthew bowers)** ~93
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