Yellow signs tell me to stop, or slow down, and let passersby pass by, but my foot is feeling heavy and I want to be first for a change. I always let people go ahead of me.
Hold the door.
Wait in line.
“Sorry, no, go ahead. I’m not in any hurry.”
Its my turn to be aggressive. I’m going to take what I want.
Breakneck speed on ice. I’ve never learned to skate so this could hurt.
If I don’t look out for me then who will? If I don’t set it all up to be my tower nobody is going to build it for me. All the worlds a stage and it’s my turn to speak, even if it is just a soliloquy.
Shakespeare might have had the words but those men never looked as good in a dress as I do. Lets dance through the stanza’s and weave words of dissonance. Contrast and compare. Opposites don’t always attract.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this but the word dump can be fun sometimes.
It’s all spent on me today. The pounds of flesh and pennies on the floor.
Bank accounts empty and I’ve got a lot of nothing to show for it, but its my nothing. I picked it out and set it up.
It’s my nothing and that means everything.
Just Like Lana 