Everything is in my stride.
I won't take no prisoners,
Visit me with no quarter.
Walking side by side with Death,
I mock your step.
Oh Lord, do I seem bulletproof?
Or another silly fool,
Who tries to get loose from the noose?
I guess I am simply cynical,
Playful, not respectful,
as Lucifer the fallen angel.
Joyce Chang
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