5/29/19

Under Ground


Ran up the road, need to get some gold. 
Flew to Mexico, ate all the tacos.
Walked over fires, burned the deniers.
Dug under ground, where the lost are found.

Looked to the sky, asked for more time. 
Broke into dance, must have been tranced. 
Clicked the clock, the music won't stop.
Sold for a buck, never had much luck.

Drank another drank, til I got tanked.
Took another swig, gotta go big.
Blamed my dezeez, so sad for me.
Slept like a baby, next to my lady.

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