I'm talking to God on the phone Cautious how I dig up my bones Lost in myself wit muh time alone Memories changed as I have grown It’s cold when you far away from home I need a grip swaying out of control Off-road down a disturbed path Rolling to a destination unknown From 1986 to 2007 Am I eligible for Heaven? Or am I bound for hell? You personally never knew me so how could you tell If I’m down in a gutter I’m not willing to stay stuck I’m after the finer things in life So I keep my head up I don’t give a mother Fuck If I have to go back to selling drugs At least till I get another Job I’ll be a papermaking thug I’m not scarred of all the dirt and all the blood It just takes more work to maneuver in all this mud What about positive choices, what the fuck you know? I ain’t got the time to discuss, gotta go, gotta go
Reason for writing:
If these two entries can't get any feed back obviously theres something wrong with this poetry site... Theres lots said in all poems but just not enough Feeback... Wheres the critics?
Birth sign: Aries
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