Ploughed River City: 5 of 8

Swinging my cerebral cortex,
Back and forth, through ravishing dirt
I wondered as to why so many,
Tried too hard to fit and blend in,
In River City
For I, I stepped on a random route:
Standing out
A personalized way of living,
I struggled to attain; belly-dancing,
Towards enlightened insights of life
Expressed through voices of creatures,
From higher forces and powers of nature
Somedays, I woke up in an excellent mood,
Ready to piss off any arsehole, I came across
Politeness was a rare event
Rudeness, was very innovative,
It enhanced many Dry Humped Lives,
Which flew across disappointments
Causing many to be frustrated and depressed
In my case, I considered such instances,
To be rising new opportunities,
Meant to be utilized
Those who never knew I,
Remained pathetically sad and miserable
They missed out, on all brilliant,
And perfectly timed sex jokes
Those I interacted with,
Admired my everlasting strength of happiness
They believed, I lived a perfect sex life
Calm and relaxed, was how I presented myself
Little did they know; it was all because
I kept giving zero fucks, about life,
Before I was born, with Ricocheting Regrets
Harshly ravishing across,
In River City