Fuck a pledge. I'd rather be overlooked until they beat me down because I own the biggest hedge. This isn't the first time you've seen me down, but I guarantee it's the first time they ever get publicly low key clowned. While I was at my pinnacle, you frowned.
That's the thing. You took my private prayer time away. You took my scratch pad time away. I'm always live. What are you? Judgemental? Why? It's like you gain joy watching me slip because it reconciles your judgments prior to my existence. Does that make you happy? How old are you? Why didn't you make the cut in your natural social circle? I'm not a pet. I'm a man. If you can't help me with that, you're ship should land.