Mama called him obstinate
Too stubborn to change his ways
Papa called him obdurate
That hell awaited his end of days
But he rocked, and he rolled
Heels dug into that slippery road
Strutted along unheeding, refused the call
Sights on that place he knew so well
And as he swung, unchanging
He raised a finger in the air
Rather, he said, a fuck in hell
Than a sleepless toss, mon cher.
72 words for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Obdurate
Apologies for the language but it is what Oswald used to say, and I have cleaned up the worst. May he rest… or not.