Jerking rumbles, emails, phone calls, direct messages, knocking doors (Fucking Bailiffs)
The stress of living with a heart nudging it's owner a self employed invoice.
All my most used words exposed as gluttonous; Bunch of Hlebs, flashy in space but when the moment comes, they break, losing the ball.
My stronghold is cool. To every eloquent sentence you give me all I have in return is- cool-cool-cool.
It's abysmal, Gary.
And then there's this supposed Heavyweight Champ dick. For years, swaggering into rooms like Sonny Liston.
Then again, who can say they saw Ali coming until they were staring up in disbelief?