You are as convicted as a poorly blown nose Often, I will catch brief gossip here and there about you planted in some other debacle about as fascinating as an overflowing toilet decorated with bits of shit and mottled paper. Why people think of you when chatting with me is hardly a mystery? They don't know me, and they certainly don't know you. I would never walk out on my family. I am loyal to the innocent, and wicked to thee unjust, and dishonorable. I believe in more than myself, but less in you. And I would never, ever, buy a plastic plant, or artificially scented glass flower.