I\'ve seen Alice and she\'s wonderful, told me I can jerk off wherever I want.
The queen of hearts is a bitch, but the Mad Hatter is the boss.
Just smile like the cat and tell them all to fuck off!
All with peace and respect of course.
After writing this I felt comfortable in my darkness, I had a dog to drop back and took my push bike to enjoy it.
Riding along thinking all sorts of song, making my them my own knowing I\'m in the zone.
I waited at the fourway junction, the lights turned and we pedalled on. Noticed a big chap walking with his son, I admire the tattoos and slowly passed them in front of a shop.
To my sensitive ears I heard his words \"I don\'t give my money to a dirty Packey, if I can help it\"
I scoffed in shock, he laughed and pointed thinking I was on his side. I made sure to turn and say that was just rude mate, nothing more you can do when a customers dog is with you.
So now it gets to the moment I am free to do as I please, do I take the quicker way back or do I go back to see if the gentleman is still walking the street.
I decide to do it but I\'ve made it clear, I\'m not to say a word unless a response is needed. There I go on my way and of course he was walk back, I managed to give him just the corner of my eye.
We met back at the junction, he passes me on my right. I\'m going through the middle, he\'s crossing the other way.
Just before the green man goes, he turns around to ask what my problem is!
As clear as a whistle I tell him it is him, you are a racist my friend.
Shouting I can\'t hear you, I told him he belongs in the 50s. Of course now he hears and replied \"fuck you, you fucking hippy\" I said well done your still a fucking racist.
At this point is he was nearly on the other side, I was in the middle of the road. To then say \"why don\'t you come here and say that!\" suddenly he\'d ticked my box, I turned and quickly got to his side of road.
I asked if I\'d like to discuss the comments that I heard, why are you still walking away. He replied come follow me around the corner so I can beat the shit out of you, you cunt! All while holding this young lads had ( about age 7 or 8), as he colourful language shocked a lady and with two child. I let her know why he was shouting, she said well done I don\'t like those words either.
I\'m finally a peace with my dark side that I would of gone round that corner to let him try to play out his role, as I am comfortable in my shoes and it\'s to say what fuck I want.
As I do give a fuck, about everyone and everything. I\'m not afraid to be your shadow or light in the moments of healing, it takes a village to raise children.
Showing the bad try to be good, wishing they could. The good try to be bad, to see if they would.
It\'s not the dog in the fight but the fight in the dog, when you think, talk and feel all the same. That\'s when you become the sea of change, raise your own bar every single day