Skids

I'm sliding
You see my face.....
You'd say oh that feller is cherry
Only I feel
And I need to hide
It's a compromise I've worked out for myself
If you could feel how cold my guts have gotten?
See,,,I don't even want friends
I don't even crave for happiness
I feel occasional
I feel unique
I don't need to be understood
And my gravestone can be unapologetic;;;; I don't care
I understand irony
I spew contradiction
I have impromptu wit 'neath my nails
I'm tired of this
And -recreation- can go burn all my bridges
...............Hancock