Most folks will never hear about my work and I’m down wit dat.
They of course will be missing out on all the guts I’ve spilled
not to mention the plethora of guts remaining to be spilt
in this public confessional and for that I feel sorry for
them do-withouters because I’ve learned a pile
about myself just from describing the often
weird humanoid condition I find mister
wonderful struggling within and that
rat there has caused me to value being human waay, waay more.
Thank you, friend.
Make some popcorn first.