The sign says open mic, but what if they don’t like the topics I portray, or the over-illustrated way that I explain the events in my day. How would you handle that critic? Could you just turn the other cheek and continue reading and sweating as you speak? An airborne projectile makes contact with your face. You quickly identify it as hot coffee, so do you still stand your place? Do you just let it drip as you continue reading? Do you keep trying to get your point across, even though it’s bleeding? On the flip-side however, you could accomplish your endeavor to let people know forever that what you say is clever. And it has a point and a reason, and when your thoughts go astray, it is paralleled with treason. Many people know, keeping a train of thought on track is no, easy feat to beat, especially when ADD, drags you where it goes. That is that, all to be spit has been spat. I dotted no I’s, and I crossed no T’s; I interrupted no H’s and I silenced no E’s. I talked not to the mic and I cared not if they liked, the over-illustrated way, I explain the events in my day.
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