Books make one smarter and rap music; not to give credence to any government study but I only listen to it when I’m angry, so I start each day feeling good, listening to my Show Me The Money playlist. Gee-whiz Or G Will
“He’s slow,” well people are usually a lot crueler than that and when I am “taking my time” it will be because I have all the time in the world and a great big world to see, now I’m running around the Day Job and the words. “Nice And Slow Will.”
I’m a hard man, and for once I don’t mean that in a pervy way, or as a detriment, more like my fingers are hitting the keys, I have a roof over my head, last night went on forever, I was writing. “Hard Times Will Spent.”
Drinking more water, “trying” to get up and do some real work, staying cleaning and not lying in dirty clothes for the whole day; it all seems like so much that I can barely breathe but what’s the point. “Will Drown For Food”
What do I want at this moment, to get out of a shift at work and at first I would say I’m afraid; no it’s because I don’t want those “people” to get there rocks off making me stupid, that’s a success. Success’s An Option; Failure’s Not
I’m not good with so few words. Could I be so crass as to dole out two? I work my fingers to the bone instead of pushing and fighting. Don’t get me started on love except for money, five months remaining. You’ve Got Five Will
It was more horrible than I could imagine Wednesday, you know how much I hate being stupid but how does the sight of stupidity hurt so much more, any plans for a good day at work Ha were shattered, smashed, broken. Will Can’t Be Broken
This week has been one more series of L’s, the days were long, the ladies were lovely, and the people were laughing… at me; what can I say I have a big “ugly” mouth and maybe that’s why I’m struggling to see myself, to hear. When Will, Will Win?
As the song goes, “I ain’t for that walk,” the sadness from my couch to bed from another rejection, constantly worried at the day job until I get time to apologize, the doublethink of hoping she sees and then not. “Ain’t For That Will”
I don’t want to feel anything, in this world it’s wrong for men to know anything else besides rage and no I won’t be my “father,” but crying makes me a girl… wow, and my other emotions make me a stalker, pervert, monster. Will The Man Rise?