My precious sense of honor
Just a shield of rusty wire
I hold against the chaos
And the cross of holy fire
That's always struck me as something that has a very hard-boiled/noir-y feel to it.
Some things are just best avoided.
And other things, best flaunted.
...
Oh random "friend" I've never known
I thank you for the interest shown-
You can make your friend request...
why go ahead, just be my guest!
But I suspect you do not read
my blogs, and therefore will not heed
my advice, which simply stated
is that until you've demonstrated
that you know me from what's called "Jack"
you make requests...
I toss them back.