Poets

After all A man is a man, and if he isn't, he is nothing it's supposed to be sage advice it is supposed to make one feel like accomplishing something

Sitting quietly in the corner 'he's a strange one that boy' 'why doesn't he go outside? Books aren't proper for a boy' 'He needs to be in the scouts'.

As if I really needed a new definition of clumsy our faces slowly crawl towards each other each juking and jiving like ace fighter pilots in a dogfight for life.