No ardson.


I’m sorry I’m not the lawyer, or the doctor you wanted me to be

I apologize for not being you

I’m sorry for being me.

Did not mean to fancy myself an individual, with black shiny eyes

Should have kept the flame unlit

I should have ate my dreams, an abandoned ship.

Aye Aye- you silly pirate. For you were fooled!! I’m no slave. No. No…..

I…well..well I! I am me. And nobody but I, can call I, a failure.

Because as much money as you have in that suitcase……having arrows launched through your neck, won’t do you any good.

But they may help to mop up the blood.

Sorry

-Richí

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I drink glasses of cold water.
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