I'm basking in sunlight
and my afternoon is free
but I hear a whimpering puppy
and it stings like a bee
Fireworks are exploding
and I'm dry and warm
but there's a hungry crying baby
clouding my sky like a storm
Someone yells, can't change a thing
salads won't save cows
but in rainstorms I'm thirsty roots
crowding desert sands
Opposition meets doubt's ugly face
so sorrow's confidence is must
or nothing's ever right or bliss
because something's going bad
Author notes
funk days.
Please tell me what you think
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boo
I suck. The last two stanzas don't flow very well at all. Help is appreciated.
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