Crafty aren’t you?
Where’s the rift of thrift that shifts when “ifs” come stiff off the lips?
Residing like diamonds where insults like “bitch” and others slumber.
No wonder, they come so readily accessible with stressed accents and pronunciation subtitles clearer than game time audibles… superimposed legible.
Witty aren’t you? I
Where’s the craft of laugh that shafts when half of feelings get shitted on by your…..?
By your interior mate.