Go Ahead, Make My Day
And roll we will through this dead life
it means nothing - yet somehow - something.
We love it and will love it forever.
Because without loving it, we will not live.
I dance madly- as a guide should,
A natural clown
A laughingstock for those around me
Pretentious asshole.
Well, go ahead. Laugh.
You just fuel my rage and make my message of peace louder.
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