How many people have called themselves my brothers?
And when times got evil how many were loyal to others?
I don't know the numbers, cause I drank them away.
And I'm a fumbler when it comes to coping a day.
I'm just a runner when it comes to settling down.
Sprintin from commitment like the next Triple Crown.
I know I'll wander and blunder, revisit gutters.
To me such a saunter isn't somber or squandered.
Can't write any longer cause my mind is a goner
Later I'll conquer the words & verbs makin this longer.
