I
High priest Vatican assassin warlock
Fire-breathing fists
O. D.’s are gifts
II
Fools. Fools. Trolls.
Sad, weak, defeated, droopy-eyed, armless, children
I was born dead.
III
We win
Radically in our underwear
Before our first cup of coffee
IV
Within not giving great advise
Is great advise
What’s up
V
With a full house screaming
Can’t is the cancer of happen
Winning
VI
Different mind, different heart,
Different Constitution
Bitchin’ness
