Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Firewater Joyride

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.

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