i'm festive, right?
i certainly am.
a rainy, snowy, windy day off driving to and from shops and stores,
back and forth and up and down throughout the woodsly goodness.
i doo-doo that XI-mas sh!t.
i mean,
c'mon...
...if it doesn't end up being totally expert,
that's going to be a poor reflection on me as a worthy warrior poet.
really.
there are standards i hold myself to,
and there are standards i wave to let y'all know what's up,
but there are no standards i'll waive to take it easier.
more, and more, and MORE.
that's what's up.
even when it sucks outside;
even when i couldn't think of much i'd rather not do;
even when it's a one-sided one-act of active participation-
because i'm doing it the way i would want it done,
if there was someone out there who could do it like me.
no F*ing kidding.
it's not about anything other than being the best version of myself,
doing the best job yet.
too much is the right amount,
good is good, and bad is still everything else.
accept no substitutes.
and while you're at it,
better is even better than good.
take it to eleven, friends.
everything else is dumb;
never quiet, never soft.....
No comments:
Post a Comment