With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
The narcissist enjoys being looked at and not looking back.
Robert Frost: plain, strong, simple, and mean.
The poor live slow and hard; the rich, fast and easy. The rest of us shuffle along as we may.
Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.