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Blood Work
Blood work
Guess who’s next
Coming at you with
X-ray specs
Blood work
Take a guess
It’s all about you
Not just a test
I’m down
But I’m not out
I’ll come back wet
When I end this drought
Too late
Or maybe it’s early
I’ll never get to see
Those gates so pearly
I’ll be
Burning inferno’s
Dante’s got nothing
On a man not mortal
Low key
But always blasting
Living life like a king
On just a shoe string
My sign
Comes with a stinger
Born in bad time
Not much of a singer
But I try
Despite shortcomings
I’ll always be strumming,
Humming, and drumming
In time
Or maybe too late
I’ll keep my own beat
Try and synchronize my heart rate
Too fast
To ever feel rested
Weary from the blood drain
Weak from the tests
I’m fine
But I woke up early
Does damage to the mind
And I feel unworldly
Got lost
Somewhere in time
The years were passing
Like an elevator chimes
Down to
the very last floor
I saw my own future
Right there on the floor
That’s fine
I’m never too worried
Having too much fun
To be in a hurry
RW
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Blood Work - Week Five - Day Four
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2 comments:
How very topical and inspired. Buck 65 would be honoured. ~A
i like. your harp work is very good!!!
DDDD.....
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