If we believe, as the whole truth, what is true
Ninety-nine percent of the time—that one
Percent will make a wise person a piece of shit.
They know the tangled knots of a life
Can only be untied by you. That’s right.
So we are lonely every night.
You will never see the one percent.
How it contradicts. Or what it meant.
There is no science of who you are.
—Uncomfortable extrovert?
Or were you really an introvert?—
The genuine crumbles off from the star.
It’s not polite to be happy, or saved.
Happiness involves one hundred percent
Faith, unwavering, which makes you crazy,
Instantly!
Ha ha ha,
Loving me.
