I went shopping on the Boardwalk today and was all set to tell of my experience, went I heard a label that was placed on a medic here. I'm so pissed off that I can't think straight! That is one thing I hate- LABELS!
Stop and think... What exactly does a label do? It's never said around the person being spoken of. In fact, it is always said behind their back in whispers like the mealy mouth coward that these people are. Is it meant to be funny? Are people expected to laugh at their wit? No! It makes them look mean and asinine. Maybe they should eat the shit they spew. What if the Poo Pond is here for all the little labelers here. Yes! That's a great idea, then I wouldn't have to hear it or smell it! Does labeling make you above it all? Their superiority has shrunk to below zero in the listeners eyes. In fact, it has an opposite effect in making them look juvenile, jealous, hurtful and below human. What do you think would happen if the person- who's usually very nice- would feel if they happened upon the said name calling? The medic here was called Man-gela, who's gone now. Being muscular added to the mystique and was...enough to kick the nasty guy's ass that called her that. Unfortunately he heard it from a nasty girl here who thinks she's above labels, but unfortunately she is not. She has been called many things and maybe deserves her labels, but who's gets to be the judge? And his friend, who happens to be my southern belle buddy, was also called a Man-gela. I immediately put a stop to that in such a nice way that I never heard it repeated again. Today I'm tired and have no patience for any assholes. I told him that it wasn't very nice. He replied...that's what everyone was calling her. Everyone who? I did not say any such thing. Am I no one? What box am I in? So it goes in "The World According to KAF." There are little people and there are the big people. I can not be one of those that stands idly by...never could. So where is my box? What is my label? Oh yeah..I'm the Twins and I wear that label proudly on my chest. Or that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Stop and think... What exactly does a label do? It's never said around the person being spoken of. In fact, it is always said behind their back in whispers like the mealy mouth coward that these people are. Is it meant to be funny? Are people expected to laugh at their wit? No! It makes them look mean and asinine. Maybe they should eat the shit they spew. What if the Poo Pond is here for all the little labelers here. Yes! That's a great idea, then I wouldn't have to hear it or smell it! Does labeling make you above it all? Their superiority has shrunk to below zero in the listeners eyes. In fact, it has an opposite effect in making them look juvenile, jealous, hurtful and below human. What do you think would happen if the person- who's usually very nice- would feel if they happened upon the said name calling? The medic here was called Man-gela, who's gone now. Being muscular added to the mystique and was...enough to kick the nasty guy's ass that called her that. Unfortunately he heard it from a nasty girl here who thinks she's above labels, but unfortunately she is not. She has been called many things and maybe deserves her labels, but who's gets to be the judge? And his friend, who happens to be my southern belle buddy, was also called a Man-gela. I immediately put a stop to that in such a nice way that I never heard it repeated again. Today I'm tired and have no patience for any assholes. I told him that it wasn't very nice. He replied...that's what everyone was calling her. Everyone who? I did not say any such thing. Am I no one? What box am I in? So it goes in "The World According to KAF." There are little people and there are the big people. I can not be one of those that stands idly by...never could. So where is my box? What is my label? Oh yeah..I'm the Twins and I wear that label proudly on my chest. Or that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
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