time accepting Good in their lives?
do i, sometimes, have a hard time accepting Really Good in my life?
all i shoot for in life is fun and good.
so why would i avoid it when it comes?
or be freaked by it?
theres no way that i would have a problem with a bucket of moola on my front porch with a note that says “no strings attached” or a brokendown bus of cheerleaders in town for the national poetry convention who need to use a telephone,
or true love
of false love
or true false love
or the opportunity to make my personal and professional dreams come true.
no, i wouldnt have any problems with any of those things. i would accept it all, take it all in stride, thank the Lord and go to the next step.
i would never dwell.
i do things textbook. perfect. as it should be.
i come correct.
in fact i dont have a personal or psychological stain on my entire soul.
im just like you.
thats why we get along so well.
we know theres no such concept of too much of a good thing.
so if the coppers drag me out again, tonight, after happy hour, remind them who the fuck theyre hasseling, yo.