All Cyclops
save your mundane platitudes for those who give a shit. i'll burn in hell and be through with it. ive got a life. it aint big, but its a life. and ive got clothes and heaven knows ive still got my health. i look good if i do say so myself. ive got a soul. it aint yours but its a soul. chalk up my lack of fire to self control. all the dicks with night sticks, poison boys in blue. all the dumb and uglies in your wrecking crew, they make me bleed, nothing i can do. i wouldnt be so sure if i were you. werent you the guys with the get lost eyes who made my high school great? you found me again. but this time youre here too late. i payed my dues when i wore corrective shoes, when i earned the right to ignore you. toughest kid in gym class. terror in the hall. necking with the prom queen, captain every fall. you cant cut me now because your knifes too dull. it must piss you off to know it all.
