Not trying to be elected or elite,
Call me El Captain, wanting to leave concrete.
Sailing back near Fiji, then to the world's end,
Some secrets I doubt most could comprehend.
Lead me to the blue door like The Truman Show,
If we could all escape this - who would go?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2024 01:26
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Comments1
Good write, El Captain, erm, Shaun. lol. I'm El Birdman sometimes. lol.
Lol.
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