I’m eating all the steak and baby-back ribs off my plate.
Tasting glory. I’ve remembered the flavor for a long time now. But is it too early or perhaps too cocky to celebrate?
A sip of my beverage – the victory gin.
Or based on occasion, the tears of the negative ones and demons.
A toast for the wars I’ll always and forever win.
A side of caesar salad and rolls.
Born ready to kick some ass, and it shows.
How do you stop my hunger?
I leave the scene speechless, but I’m inviting you to wonder
