It really doesn't matter what I think
Or how I drink or what I think stinks
The smell alone is enough to tell
An what the hell is going on here!
I came to say a little of my mind
To write and write and never feel behind
But behinds I miss and want to feel
And can you tell.... I'm truly all real?
I once sold a Poem for no money
I just wanted all the Honey
But what I got and what I shared
I gave it all to all without care.
Life has gone on like it always does
We walk, we stride, we trot, we run
And through the rain and all the pain
What becomes of the ghosts when the bullet leaves the gun...?
I do not know,
Ask the one who's running this Show.
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