You Looking at ME???

Leaning on that tree like a couple of hoods under a street light...taunting me, laughing at me, daring me to give them another go. The first and last time I inserted myself into one of those sinister, sneering Kayaks (the smug one with the biggest mouth) from our dock, it was, rather - well - demeaning, as I dragged my sorry self back onto the dock covered in muck and lily pads. I see you Kayaks

I see you every blessed day. One day, I may just knock those smokes out of your mouths and those smiles off your faces as I send you flying...but probably not.