We had nothingtoeat All day
Turn on and race
Riot in the pits of life
Make me want to dress
And chase them daily
The fighting arguments
Connect at first sight,
First person I see stares
I've heard many times
That stoned gentle presence
Well it goes without saying
That it has been addressed
Sublime living inside of
Parking lots squeezed squints
Turn over from sleep
If I could have a way...
Nonetheless I get dressed
In a haste
To just get going
Pack a bag for the day
Grab the straps
And hit the road
Yea just go
Step in shoes
and the big flash, now
Brutal reality
That I leave
To the Pros
But i do like the
Sound of (that)
Like the sublime
understanding of poetry
Especially when it's
" 'Nevermore', quoth
The raven"
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