THE DEGENERATE They call me degenerate because of the way I look, and how I dress. If I dressed different and altered my appearance. They would call me degenerate because of where I'm from. I can move and they call me degenerate because of the way I talk. I can keep my mouth shut and they'd call me degenerate for the way I walk. They don't hate me because I'm not like them. They hate me because they can never be me. This label or derogatory term I embrace it I live up to it. I make it so others talk my talk and walk my walk. The more that I am hated, the more love I get. The ones that would destroy this degenerate only serve to fuel my resolve to live my life on my own terms. The more I live my life full throttle the stronger I become and the weaker my enemies become reduced to sneaking in the shadows and whispering in corners. I stand tall in the light or the darkness ready to face any and all that would oppose me. I am the DEGENERATE...