Some truth has no nourishment in it.
A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.
I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.
I was so mad you could have boiled a pot of water on my head.
The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.
Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.