Everything I say is gold
Or more so what I've Been Told
Soooooo..... there that goes .
Lets mull over our choices sold
To the lowest bidder goes
The bitter paddle boat rows .
A sail off course blowing towards being full
Of its own insecure EGO.
Boasting bellows a fellow foe
Forever never finding the weather
Or not the next endeavor will better
The direction in which I incessantly insist
My...