Drunk in a fury.
What can you tell me that I don’t know?
That you’re unique, unpredictable, valid?
No, that I know.
Though I usually wonder
Why is that so subtle and unexpected?
Rushed forward without looking back.
Not really your style, my dear.
What gives you the right to choose
Without asking, without permission for both of us?
So God-like, so manly
Without the premis you’ve declared a war.
All right, we’ll see, who will laugh at the end.
Who will look over, snarkily saying:
“I was right, you were wrong
I was there, you were not”.
How funny, isn’t it dear?
Drunk in a fury
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