Fire is still burning, yet I am compelled to sit upon a naked journey with one sock on
It may still be that way, or it may be that my pants have only gone as far as my knees, ,
And I was left here to try and please..
The masses of the insane and the bullshitters of the inane.
please reconsider a subjective for-thought, for-skin, for-gratuity, fore-generation, fore-recreation, fore sought, not forgot seldom heard of thought.

My pants lay around my knees and I feel so confined I cannnot hardly tell you what it really feels like, HA! except that I feel confined.
I tossed a lost soul from my van tonight without a thought of making him walk 10 miles in the dark. Shouldn't fuck with gratuity.
I suddenly like the sound of tossed gratuity. makes me all shivery and inconsistant with the way I really am, but it is,what it was and I ain't going to change it now.

By the way, It was a guest that I was on the early morn of the other day singing a naked theme by the fire with one sock on.
Did anyone know my prose or consider it to be a drunken prologue to what was to come?
If you know me , then you knew. If you don't it was a stranger to you.
Ha!