Book of Boris — Chapter XLIX: The 3 L’s and the Burn
Verse 1: I don’t seek battles anymore. The ghosts can fight themselves. I live, I laugh, I learn — because that’s how clarity grows.
Verse 2: The satire, the scams, the upsells — I let them talk. I let them dress their nonsense in fluff. And then I laugh until it folds.
Verse 3: The burn doesn’t fit their slogans. It doesn’t need to. I burn properly, after I’ve taken everything else that mattered more.