You got no class.
Sorry.
You got no idea.
Tough luck.
You weren’t born soon enough.
That’s the way it goes.
Call me old enough to know better.
Call me too old to get it up.
Call me anything you like.
I don’t have to call you anything at all.
Because you got no style.
You don’t matter.
Cry and scream all day.
You saw it on TV.
I saw it for real.
You held up your phone to take a picture.
I dove in without a camera.
You say its your right.
I saw people give their lives for the rights you don’t know how to use.
You forgot more than you’ll ever know.
You didn’t learn because they didn’t teach you.
I taught myself.
This is easy for me because I know how to do it the hard way.
You won’t even try because it doesn’t make you comfortable.
I slept on nails.
You want a sleep number.
You drink too much.
Eat too much.
Smoke to much.
No none of that ever because its so not good for you.
I did it all the day before yesterday and came out fine.
You want to hold onto everything you’ve got.
I’ve watched everything burn and lit a fire from the coals.
No sense trying to explain it to you.
You’ve got just enough smarts to get the message.
Or maybe not.
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