your god, my devil

Stubborn to an extreme that I never thought a Brownican,
or at least who I thought was a Brownican, could ever be.
A bush fanatic. A fanatic in every sense of the word.
“I want this, you want that, WE NEED this.”
From the streets, from the hard walk of life..... I never imagined.
Enough ignorance to elude the intelligent conversation
which was suppose to have taken place.
A good enough memory to regurgitate the half truths that an
extremist has filled his head with.
Arrogance that flows from the bottle
to the pit of his stomach
and out his throat like it was a corrected version
of the bible written by god himself.