Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Where Ever We Are, That's Where We Be

We do what we want, whatever we want
may lie about it, deny it, but still do it.
May not look that way; may look 180 from outside.
Push me, kicking and screaming. I let myself be pushed.
Rationalize everything, justify, verify.
Ugly is as ugly does. It suits me,
absolves me of responsibility, of free choice.
Ohh, he gave me paper. "This is your direct deposit info."
No one made me.
No one made me.

1 comment:

winged unicorn said...

and where ever we go, that's where we'll stop.