Hey hey whats it like
Drowning in your sea of lies
Trapped in the current
caught out by the tide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Hey hey what's it mean
Tangled in your web of deciet
Stuck on the back foot
Hanging by a string
No one moves
No one believes
In your illusion
You think you'll
outrun tomorrow
In your delusion
You think you're
Someone to follow
Into the furnace
And out of the hollow
Oh no my amego
you can't buy my soul
For any kind of green
That's not how I roll
My tobacco leaf
- Author: Edthepoet ( Offline)
- Published: November 8th, 2017 15:44
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments1
Good for you, Ed! Don't let them buy you with whatever it is they dangle in front of your face!
Love your poem!
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