Part 2 of the previous piece

 So who do I wake up as?

You're not gonna bihlieve me, it's the biggest crock o' lies if I ever heard that one, so lazy the gods not even creative, gotta punish me more interesting ways but no they did the most obvious thing possible they turned me into my girlfriend, my own fahkin' gir! Where she gonna be at when I'm her, maybe she gonna be me, or is she dead, and who's in my body I don't care, I love my baby and her body hot af, so it was gonna be a sick time I realize, maybe I'm an ass to her but she's got some good shit goin' elsewhere, a fahkin' nice career, a fantastic car, some cool cash in da bank, the whole deal it's a stranege thing she's not replaced me for a better model like the cars she changes every two years.

I wake up and stretch and I already know what's what cos this ain't me, I didn't sleep in the room, I don't look like an olive princess, my boobs don't be touching the bra so tight and tought, there ain't no...ladyparts..down there, this was some freaky dicky magic shit, my bs wish lastnight came true and this is fukcin' bizzarre but I dun' worse, when you in the industry ya' gotta prepare for whatever happens you see so I brush up and washup and get ready for the day, making sure to clean my privates a couple of times. You woulda' thought i'd be pawing and playing all over whole day but nah, I got her anyway and when it's your own body it seems a lot less interesting, like nobody ain't worshipping their own cock yanno what I mean, so just a thorough cleaning and rushed out of the apartment, without looking at what was in the outside room because I didn't want to see my own body lyin' dead or whatever cos' that's a sad sight plus what if that reset the whole thing and I get sent back and that's how the whole reset happens. I've seen the movies yo, I know how freaky dicky thing work.

I shoulda' said before, of course I knew they was gonna teach me a lesson obviously no good deed happens without it being some sort of punishment or lesson of somekind, so it was clear to me how awful it was gonna be, to live a day in the shoes of my lovely dear, to understand that I'm an ass and gots to be better, heyy yoo dumbass gods I'll tellya a little secret, I already know it all alright yadon't need to remind me, this ain't my first rodeo.

The usual stuff, dumass fuckas' starin' and my boody and my chest all day long, tryina get on with me sayin' the dumbest fuckin' shit, make me want to punch their noses into their faces so deep there's pointy thing coming out of the back of their heads, but I hold myself in control, this is not the time to waste my time, go to work, do whatever it is that needs to be done, come back home safe and sound and go to sleep and hope that you're not stuck in this forever because I know, I'm not an idiot awright that being me is easier than bein' my lady, I ain't no dummy, just a lazyass mofo who love himself more than other people, sorry if it come off as rude but that's what I got, can't change yoself too much bromigo.

At work it's all the same, junior turds from ivy league think they better than me, I want to lift them by their necks to the ceiling and tell them I got at least a decade of experience over them, I could calculate shit around like they a baby, and they're there only because their daddy is some partner or another and them dumb fucks need to show experience to get into their daddy's business so other rich white boys treat 'em with respect, not because of their bs degree or skills or anything but them fools think they white so they know everything and everybody else is a dumbdum they wonder how this company's even survived without them, thinkin' of ways to 'automate' everything, start up a startup with a billion dollars in cash to try to outcompete us, eat our lunch and shit. They the kinda' people who become millionaires the easy way: by starting with a billion dollars. And I know, by I, I mean my girl, that they're gonna win that game, of outinvesting me, but I ain't no dummy, I'll take their money dollars to cents, take it all in, make them believe the industry is worth billions and deserves to be disrupted, so their daddy's money's all mine, all all mine, and when it's done when the dust's settled down, there's a few dozen millions to go around, the market's limited, nobody else wants to play these games. But they don't need to know that. They need to believe that the market is so much bigger the fruits so juicy, the existing players so stupid and unoptimized, and the valuations so unambitious. It's a lot of work, but we're getting there. And one day, they too shall be mine.

Dear lord I'm scared, I've started thinkin' like her, these ain't my thoughts, let it be over, let it be over, I don't want to be playin' these ames, I see what's what, this isn't for me, please take me back.