Freeverse 705

10/21/22

working late night hair great white
insight arrives in annoying bites
even if rusty for a fight
it will happen tonight
focused laser light
quantities rival rice
tides pull just right
atoms of red wagons
recycled and flattened
scrapped and stacked to heights
that I'm scared of
heavy ideas barely budge
rarely loved
unfairly judged
dragged through different kinds of mud
I hold them with calloused hands
that feel like old gloves
try making a meal
from a few crumbs
you'll be forced to adjust
feeding your stomach with your lungs
while others chase rungs
until their toes get stubbed
the powers that be shower them
they like the warmth
until their thoughts get scrubbed
if I stick out my neck long enough
I can't get hung
I can't have no shot
I've already be gun

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