kinging is a precarious business

Kinging Is a Precarious Business

By not getting in touch with you I'm keeping this situation alive.

Drug dealers making so much money and living so recklessly that

it was OK. I didn't care for it that much.

Everyone there oozed out their words, and how humble

the wind blows, wind so strong it was more powerful than a

kitchen stove to warm the house and start dinner, wondering why

you told me I wasn't my attributes. Are you your attributes?

That's. Not. What. It's. A-bout. I can tell you about

the only way they can act. They don't have any power.

Once they get used to the rhythm of the road, the birds swap

a wholly unfruitful solution to the problem but all fruit these days

said this in a syrupy instructional voice, as though our troop might

calm down and take it easy. The main thing is to enjoy your

rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with

a menace who'll do anything to hold onto power.

You don't have to talk to me ever again. If I see you here,

living this way, programmed or deprogrammed depending on

this calm, this nonchalance, that infuriated,

let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking.