live and laugh till the honey runs out
and the last of the gas passes through
my motor mouth
trying to fit a form often kills me
trying to reconfirm with the real me
I leave the solemn stage with a curtsy
and flip a page on those undeserving
slink back to the daze of the well to do
and flip into a cage with the destitute
a vagabond with an attitude
a steady sinking depth and an altitude
I'm such a contradiction, yet the qualities blend
talking to a friend and I'm sewing up the hems
smoke a cigarette, look I made a new friend
and to this day an end
a memoir through the pen
peace.
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