Beaten Battered Worn Scorned for all the wrong reasons Now she fears all men |
Reflecting, on how past years laid me on my ass, moving too fast, the wind couldn’t surpass the ever last of bad luck.
Ran a muck for a while, buck child running wild, as translucent obstacles made obscene gestures at my pseudo automatic lifestyle, thinking I was on cruise control.
Couldn’t hold, or get a grasp. Head catching up with ass. Snaked in the grass, by a bunch of high rolling hoochie dreams. Now hoochies dream to be like me.
Seems tables have turned. Learned a lot during the quest of ’95. Survived the bureaucracy of short sighted ego maniacs on foot patrol.
No control now their ho is on Jenny Jones, with a rose from bachelor #1, While I'm still reflecting. |
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