Flying solo again, no friend or foe
No watch or clock to keep an eye on
You can't buy me with your money, though you can try
Pure paddling without the bullshit
Public speaking isn't my forte, god I know
Most the year I'm around four people and next I have an audience of one hundred thirty
Scrutinous human beings with pitchforks, and clubs
I took some advice and tried to visualize some of them naked, but all I got was boner
People always want you to be something your not
Put a smile on your face so the customer feels free to buy a rotisserie hot dog
It comes with a heated bun.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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