I find rough, a handsome fluff. I find smoothing, a van for moving. I have no place to stay, I reject all in my stomach, I have no place to pay. I have to believe it's enough, to believe that life is rough. I hope for more, but I must accept the morgue. I hope to find how it's enough, how I can live with rough. Have a night, have a fight. Have a day, have a stay. You choose a road, you got to find your mode. Have a night, have a light. Have a day, have some pay. To be, or not to be. A lunch, or a hunch. Have a friend, have a trend. Find what you need, have a seed. Have a root, have a suit. Thanks be given, have a livin'.
Boring, like Pete Evans. Pete Evans wants no veganism and I hate that, and Ray Bradbury did not entice me enough to care about anyone in the book. I hate them.
