I'm Too Pretty to fight...
I'm not speaking in terms of perfect skin afraid of
the inevitable scars of life/
Nor am I speaking like a man who carries guns after
his previous loss in a fist fight/
This isn't the fast talk of a pimp with Jedi mind
tricks that depends on clean suits and verbal abuse/
This is testimony in the form of good game that
looks at the selfish like “what is the use?” /
In this verse "pretty" describes the beautiful
sweet soul, sprinkled with the sugar of naivety/
That soul who finds out daily how relentless evil is
through the unreasonable shit it has to say/
An argument between the selfish and the selfless
will make about as much sense as a wet food stamp in a recession/
The reason why is the weapon it forged through the
ego stained glasses of selfish perception/
So riddle me this Batman; how do porcupines mate? /
Carefully... how I suggest you do when your soul is
at stake/
Evil never takes a day off and neither does selfish
behavior/
It's hard coexisting with someone who is
relentlessly determined to tip the scales in their favor/
It breaks the bonds of trust, and frankly it fills
me with disgusts/
When a union is "you doing you" and
"me doing me" when it's supposed to be "us" /
You don't have to go to a party of the negative just
because you received an invite /
R.S.V.P. stands for a French phrase, "répondez,
s'il vous plaît," which means "please reply."
(I'm Too Pretty to
Fight)
G.B.
this is s performance piece...
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