How did I not taste

Your disorder sweet & lite

On pachyderm tongues?
Rage on like a momma rhino in heat! You’re on fire with your wit & words, but you got a grand head on your shoulders & skin as thick as Wolverine’s from all the ab-use U had to endure the burn. It’s a marathon, not a runway or a run-away. Each step takes us to calloused perfection from to Life’s surprises & perfidy compared to the thin-skinned pristine. Tougher than the rest. Bring on the wrecking ball. I quoth the Mammoth of Song & Rage, Bruce.