Musing some more

Youse laugh at me as if the jokes on me

But when youse strike, I laugh inwardly, again, I’d rather be me than youse

And then youse say, when I do I’m self righteous

And on it goes, youse knock me down I get back up, cause my prides so godlike, hahaha

And then youse say I’m self obsessed, but I represent all women on earth, such god-like life-form, when I bes myself like them I’m blessed

And don’t you think it says a lot, in my pride, my strength never gives up, and youse must scream at me (what a joke), give up?

So it goes, I get back up, again and again, the many death blows come, because I believe in my quest that never ends, I get back up from being struck again

Am I not wondeful, then, to love the woman I love? Am I not blessed to believe in love? Is she not the blessed Queen of love, whose quest she bes, am I not full of pride cause im lucky?

Do I not, then, have an invincible, gift, my heart?

So when the final death-blow’s dealt, knowing I can’t be harmed, with pride, I’ll laugh

😂 😆 😂