I got myself all slicked down and liquored up for this miserable and unruly day. Skipped my morning prayers and rolled up my sleeves instead; set my jaw against whatever dirty outcomes head my way.
You can’t see a lick of doubt in me. I’ve hidden it in my rooster-walk and my flashy red shoes. I know I’ve got a golden soul that is going to shine no matter what.
I’m telling you, you can’t miss me, and when you do see me, you’ll know it too.
Bless you, brother. I love a colourful prose.