Where Am I?

Where Am I?  Burning in Hell?  That’s what I told others to do. 

Where Am I?  I was told to apologise, so I did like a good like boy.

Where Am I?  Looking for a sense of humour?

Where Am I?  Looking for a sense of honour?

Where Am I?  Constantly in the shadow of a better man?

Where Am I?  Outsmarted by a man of a lower rank?

Where Am I?  And how did I get there?

Where Am I?  Where is HE?

And who cares?  

Jonny removes his hat, and looks at the messenger with his dark brown eyes.

I care. I care because, even if you wish to constantly keep these streets buzzing, mostly in a matter that's negative towards you and your ancestors, but because you are a human being (IG and OOC). You've had many chances, but apparently you wanted more control and not enough patience. You stay quiet for weeks, only to emerge from under the bridge to provide commentary on something, or nothing in particular.

This is a philisophical speech, it is not aimed at anyone.  I am musing, thinking out loud and inviting others to speak also.

Much is said about me, I rarely take offence.

No offenc, no offenc and no fanx.

It's probably Mars.

The lack of oxygen would explain a few things.

youre in new york man thats where its at

boo---the-dream says to the messenger---life is what it is and bis a good farewell