Balanced
by dan ankers
Meet the new balanced me
He still says things inappropriately, and yet he’ll hug you after the deed is done
His motives didn’t change, but he has learned to leave you with a smile
He doesn’t win awards because nobody likes his style, and yet it gets shit done
And in his heart he feels as if he’s won, trophies and trinkets and baubles be cursed, those are for bearded men who have worked for the works
but give me results, some lives getting better
an addict in remission
a child being fed.
Real siit
No substitute.
I salute