Reeling forward and trying to hold ground- With out falling- And making head turns- Falling hard and making big bang sounds- You can’t help it- The front tooth chipped- The sweat dried on the skin- Your blood pumping frantically- Dancing while chasing all your loose change- Engrossed in sugar covered jokes- A defendant with out knowing the charge- I used resilience in the crossfire- Enough fucking evidence needed to- Fill everyone’s glass- With the big bang champagne Congested with my frothy spunk- Ready to wipe their grins clean- Smile as your swallowing me- Its to late- For you to spit-Birth sign: Libra
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