Yes Im the social butterfly,
Party wings im up in the sky.
i became obnoxious i was “pollenised,”
I wasn’t fair to you, i will not lie.
I grew these wings a long time ago,
It never changed what we were before.
Just thinking of what happened has made me low,
No matter what your always welcome at my door.
So next time we meet face to face,
ill wear my shame, my masked disgrace,
Something ill wear through my journey from space.
Down to earth my rightful place.
St Fallen wrote a poem about me. Its something i said to him that triggered him off. I didnt read it until a while back. This is a reply to his post.