Chip

I've got a chip on my shoulder that feels like a monkey on my back. I have no money in my pocket. I can't give you what I lack. I feel like a donkey in slow motion and my poncho is so Kahloesque and a little bit Dali. I grab some loose grapes off the floor with my average monkey feet.

I've got a chip on my shoulder and none in my pancakes. A chocolate chip for no reason. But oh how my heart aches.

There is no point to this. And no moral to this story. I seek no glory or ridicule.

I'll just let my heart beat and ache.