My Sober Second Thought

Golden Brown texture like sun,
Lays me Down with my man she run,
Threw out the nine, no need to fight,
Never a frown with Golden Brown.

I was gunna make a better post for such a good title but the occasion never arose. I'll quote Snatch every so often so please don't be offended. Hit the walls till my knuckles bruised. Better to pummel something that won't feel it I guess. Never knew I could hit concrete so hard. Several cuts on them now. I'm so angry about evidencing and no way to express it and no one to tell about it. Those the message is intended for don't want to listen. Blissful in their ignorance.