All My Chops Are Gone
Once upon a time I was a legend in my own lunch box… now all my chops are gone.
I played bass guitar at a level that made others envious… now all my chops are gone.
Now all my chops are gone, I am has been once was that never was.
I am not as good as I once was, yet I am good once as I ever was. Where does your humility kick in?
Eat Shit & Die1 We are under perveilance2 whilst being pulped, sifted and filtered.