The Man with The Opinion

Doesn’t matter if
I’m right or left handed—
every perspective is mine.
That’s how I do it:
that’s how I’d solve it.
I’d hear it and compare it to
my limitations. I’d arrive at
justice for myself—existence
verified. Yeah, that’s how I’d do it.
I’d explain to you, well, you see—
if only you knew what I knew,
then maybe you’d turn out alright, see?
Isn’t that how we’d do it?
Fuckin know it.

I’m well defined.
I know my life.
I see the world, and well,
if I had lived that knowing what I know, well,
I’d have done things different.
Am I right?

Fuckin right.

Been hit, been gutted, been down,
been cheated—I’ve cried, lost family,
felt injustice on my terms—I’ve fought and hated,
I’ve done my piece, I’ve done my time, I served
my conscious. You see, I’ve been there.
I did it. I’m not asking you to do no more
than live life like me. You see,

I’m the man with the opinion.