Temper temper. Releasing my words from my collard non reality. I am just a dog with an electrical fence. It was your lips that rattled a list. All capitals. It ment little as they had no screen to be seen with all the emotion. Cries wrapped in blubbering about not being able to make a choice. There are times when you have to look your fear in the face and go through it. You made it so no one else can do it for you. Don't try to keep pushing those needled distortions into another ear until you have squeezed the last of the tube upon the brush. Laser your eyes to the reflection while your mind gallops with unbriddled pain inwhich you subscribed to for only a penny. A choice. Standing at the counter. You took a scoop of prejudice and it tasted so good. Now that the goodies are gone. There are more you can devour at a glimmer of hope you left behind and there are always bills to be paid in full.