I’m not, at least not when I should be, like when you would think one would need to be: listen.

Don't break small rules when you break big ones.

You're carrying a class A narcotic with intent to distribute. You are crossing the street. Why would you wait for the crosswalk? Why wait for the flashing orange hand to turn to a little striding white man (racist), why so serious about it?

Jaywalk son, everyone does!

Wouldn't you? Why so serious?

Me. I'm not. But I am. Listen.

I cross in the crosswalk and only on the walk signal.

I take it serious as shit even if I have to wait for a bit

but I also know that to live on the

Wilde side I have to remember that life is "far to important a thing to be taken seriously" so I'm not always so serious wit it and I member time was I got turned round with weight in the trunk and accidently ended up driving in circles around Jake's parking lot on the way to drop in off for the college kids near Villanova and I chased streetlamps and played cards like a cereal killer whose verbosity was inversely proportional to the chemical aftertaste internal mind escapes from frosted special K flakes that stayed on me like dandruff, cause you know I lived a bit rough and only money and white privilege saved ya boi, so know the mental is like a koi pond and I be swimming in the beyond, no seriously, nothing is wrong, just nuffin bruv, to speak on how we dance from song to song and shuffle along this mortal coil, chortle as we cut our noses to spite our face to face with myself I can't held but look a garden sentence in the face off with one another and come together to all split the sumptuous prize money between 218 and county 3 dollars is what ladies and whatever who cars about gender at this fucking point, why so serious? party people I know I'm definitely not serious

except when I need to be.