Popular is princely
but what’s gained
bears no returns

Others want what’s
theirs of you, and so
no freedom earns

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You know, I’ve got this one buddy who calls me almost every day. Kind dude, and boy how he waxes. I’m all for his groove, but once he pulls out the guitar mid-call, I feel the tearing urge to pull him even-keel. He’s hunky-dory, but I try to shift it. What’s up with that? I guess we’ve all got discrepancies, huh. Keep it easy, and laugh harder.