One time without a filter,
then fuck off.
I tire of explanation.
Expression is a show of teeth
and white knuckles.
Bang your own fucking head against the world.
Pick your answers from the air,
flip a god-damned coin.
My opinion on the matter is I’m hungry.
I want a blow job and a beer.
I can’t be more honest.
Next time, don’t ask me what I think.
Great flow and seriousness of expression, though I can’t tell if it is a long-building bursting of the dam, or like the first line intimates-- a one time thing.