Exhale
The smoke clouds the air
Clouds the mind
We're all stoned off our ass
Sociopaths
Later I gotta date
With Jergans & Quilted Northern
Hope I don't get stood up
While I work
This unsteady beat
Endentured servitude
Cheese is cheese
I feel like a hungry rat
Need to grow my wings
Not the red kind
This Hawk will soar far
Soon
Author notes
Shea = hawk-like. Hence "This Hawk..."
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Comments
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this is an interesting write.. thank you for th entry and i wish you well...
cheers
Jen

