I wrote this poem for @Solomonsatoshi.
Down-zap it to oblivion -- that way, I will know you have read it.
I left the house without me hat,
And never got looked down upon;
I sank, howe'er, when I was met
with frown of one sordid peon.
I dinnae tarry, dinnae fret
nor dinnae let the mocking jeer
make me tremble, nor beget
a posture signifying fear.
I left the house without me horse,
tho' never missed a single step;
I had my gator-skins of course
--n'er I my dignity forget.
But if you think this Kid would
dare to leave not packing heat,
Then with kindly smile and firey eyes,
Your end, I'm sure you'll meet.
it means it doesn't affect your life should you live without your pieces. of them, however, the gun is most important. if i thought you would leave your gun behind, then I'll die? cuz you'll shoot me?
ha-ha! I'm not actually shooting anyone. Here's the background:
#1431829
well im familiar with that, was just trying to interpret what you wrote here, was I way off
Excellent! If you're packing heat tho, you ain't showin it!
The Ministry of Truth lurks. Gotta fly under the radar.