"What? I don't look anything LIKE Napoleon!!"
I got my hand in my jacket, acting like a prima donna when i really wanna make a raquet
"What? How in the world do I look like Napoleon???"
Let go of your hobby horse, of course yah need a break from the mistake yah done made when you put your garbage crown on your own garbage head
egotistical, in the metaphysical, your quizzicle. "what's up with me?" Stop askin when your basking in the light of your own pride.
"Ok, so maybe I do look a little like Napoleon...."
Napoleon in Rags.....thank you Mr. Dylan for the words that you've been fillin my little French head with....
Yes i just ended a sentence with a preposition, opposition from my english teacher, but i think i just can't reach her with the concept of the onset of a cultural moronification, i think it's worth it when you think about the words that i am sayin, that is the linguistical rebellion of a goober (not a felon) how can i think that somehow i ain't just as selfmotovated as mr waterloo himself, who puts his conscience on the shelf of indecision with the precision of a drunk on penicillin, who's willing, to give up eternal happiness for a nappiness of the head, and for power and control which can't possibly extoll, do i know what that word means, no. woo hoo
so the question I have is this. why are we delusional into thinking that we're usual-ly nice. no matter how humble, we grumble, mumble, stumble, into a excursional halucination, a sack cloth deviation from the Love that we can't bear to follow, because our control is in the way. and i for one am a cradled little infant, in a get-up much like the only Holy One when He came down here to pull us out of the ugly defamation of His Image.
so here i am, a Napoleon in Rags