You made it clear that My ego is a donkey that is riding me with feelings contaminated with a tragic and swelling pride of vision dimming to the point I can't even see myself through the layers of ego billowing about me like pea soup fog in the Tule basin north of Fresno. and now You stand there wishing that I would color myself disappeared, yet I remain in front of you, gloriously wide and grinning the toothy grin of a man that is either nauseous or unconscious You dress yourself today in the victim's jewelry peeking through your fingers to see if I am tryingto guess which side of the bitches brew you are on.