Heaven have mercy on the hypnic jerk you blame for your speech. Walk around the block again. Wait ‘til I feel cool and straight with a diaristic bent on undertaking. Careful, steady. Are we steady? Cruel and ready. I’m not bossy, I’m the boss. Shooter, not the shot. On the tip and fit to execute. I’m chief, not the overthrown. Captain, not a crony. So if you wanna row you better have an awfully big boat. Holding a package from a total stranger who claims to know me. Naw, you never knew me, man, not even a fraction. You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen. I’m not bossy, I’m the boss. Shooter, not the shot. Well composed with keys to raise the skate. I’m chief, not the overthrown. Captain, not a crony. So if you wanna throw you better have an awfully big stone. We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl. Dip a toe in ‘til it’s soaked and freezing. But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry doesn’t mean that I won’t land on my feet. That’s ‘cause I’m the boss. Caller of the shots. Sutanejo, never spit to me. Chief. Play my own right hand. Not haggish, but the hag. How naïve to trample she who’s running the stampede. I’m raising the skate. Look, I’m raising the skate.