If you’re in the south and you go out on a Sunday morning, you will see The people that choose the president.
Give or take.
Roundabout.
You’ll see the people that choose foreign policy.
Wearing some nice clothes, acting like they have no dirt,
Oh yeah, you’ll see it.
Gets boring, gets mega predictable.
The trucks all come out on Sunday morning.
It’s pretty adorable if you can look at it right.
Pretty nauseating if you can’t.
Jokes aside, I think I envy their faith. And I bet it feels really good to go through life, thinking that there is a plan.
I bet that’s a nice feeling.
I let too much negativity in my head, but you put it out there.
I’m just being reactionary, which is a no-no.
Shouldn’t let things into your head.
It is actually you that is the bitch?
Which, by the transitive property, makes me a bitch.
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