i don't get it cuz i don't get it cuz i can't forget it so i never win it cuz i don't get it... from dog to doormat, the blink of an eye from interested to "outta here" another dick, another guy another love, walks past me, by cuz i just don't get it this thing called life it's all a game, and how you play determines if you're a "leave" or "stay" determines if you, the stamina to succeed at the buffet where the beautiful feed cuz their the ones with the security of money and the ability to line up the latest "honey" fit the mold, you'll get the gold buy all the lines, and do as you're told be whomever they need you, the moment land of hypocrites, chameleons if you're a "you, that" , then own it hypocrisy reigns and few are complaining if it gets you the "get there" in the "good for you!" gaining of all it is, that matters here now plenty of cash equals plenty of pussy equals plenty of pandered to, equals plenty of power could be substituted for ass, if you're gay, bi, or "do anyone" could be substituted for cock. if your one of those women, too often seen as "fuckin' hot", but no fun domineering cunts out for power and control they got it, get it as in, get the shit done just dildo themselves instead of wasting their energy on caring, finding, "the one" cuz "love" cums and goes this day and age, a commodity sold cuz the ones that don't get it never read the book, or paid attention, were told the first to be slaughtered, fed to "the gang" heart of gold. "look here bro's and bitches, alike this one's ready and damn dude, quite ripe"... cuz they don't get it so we gotta show 'em "hey, lets play that game, called toss em and throw em"... fun, fun, fun as the sun sets on another day, heart done not "won", not cherished, but primed, for the perish cuz if you haven't gotten it by now, if real treasure lies in you, character, honesty, love better guard it with your life cuz few, if any, could care more than even slightly less that's my best hope positive guess from one who didn't get it 'til way too late in the game to impress and in many ways i still don't which leaves me more, a wilting "won't" unless i fight like hell to change hide my "damaged divine" amongst all this "derange" i don't get cuz i don't get it cuz i can't forget it, (love) so i never win it, (life)... cuz i don't get it. bowen hart roselli 19 july 2020 ringwald love
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