I’m not trying to be anything for you these days.

The sweetness that stings.

The organic bon ton. Crafting to glory.

The kind, hip soul. Harmonious rocker chic.

I’m not giving off what I’m not taking in.

Just letting it all hang out. And in.

I can be soft spoken, in a crass sort of way.

Common and yokelish.

I’d rather admit defeat and ride the tonic crests as they come.

In the end, you can win.