mall_council's Journal

Even when you confuse us, and make us nervous

When you interrupt our yoga, and we have better things to do

Even if you drive us to dress like big blue chickens, or to the drink

It'll be ok



We'll learn to juggle, and not play favorites

We won't pout, scream, or cry (in public)

We won't suck up to Technos, or dead idols

And, ok, maybe we won't get that drunk

At the end of the day, we'll know we earned that



Grunt of accomplishment, those few hours in Reality Space

Or, that much needed makeover

But don't think we can't kick your butt, ya big baby!