PG

You were in none of those places 

I looked

Did somebody move the world

Or heaven at least?

And before you say anything

I do know it exists

Because I used to go there sometimes 

With you.

On good days

You make my earth quake

You're the nice ass in disaster

But I can stand some hurry 

With my cane

A little rain with my bow

I hope you get the picture

On bad days

Don't go PG on me

You are the mate 

In my soul.