Secure, never jittery in a hurry, laid back and never sucking up to climb up the ladder to “suck-cess”, Titles and credentials are for making a dough man won’t be defined by those,happy and satiated won’t get blinded by the glitters of riches, headstrong and won’t deviate from my ideals, fool to myself and the ones I love man of stature else, read and write undeterred would write you a sonnet if i please or just write ireful pragmatism on a regimen, I’d travel frugal and deep to the vales, plush comfort is fickle and cosmetic, my language is brute and mien in penury. My music is hung in 80s and won’t be old, loyal to my boots, nothing makes me move away from that fealty.
My mornings are loaded with unfinished chores from the previous dusk, some new plans and the hackneyed regimen, tea and coffee are just drinks, emotions are in head.
I am lacklustre and humdrum are the ones I love, that’s all the quality and standards I have, the only version and nothing else for the exhibits.
- Sir Inconsequential Commoner, lacklustre since 1981 AD and will pass as one when it comes to pass.