Live fast, die young, trans fats, stay strong, live slow, die old, better yet, I’m told.

Live fast, die young, trans fats, stay strong, live slow, die old, better yet, I’m told.

I can slow my thoughts to moving icebergs, more below the surface but you will never know because appearance is nine-tenths of the law, you’ll write me off before I can draw breath. Only the penitent man shall pass, on my knees now but I’ll have the last laugh. My tumbling head now cross the street, arms covered in tattoos, I’m the nicest you’ll ever meet. Nice guys finish last? Don’t give me that, it’s a relic of the past, don’t assume anyone owes you anything, just make sure you live in a way that means you can sleep at night, then on your death bed you won’t need to fight because you’ll be satisfied.

Live well, die well, soft sell, skip hell, live slow, live fast, either way, it won’t last.