State of Flux

6/17/16 Typically either just Or corrupt The world in a state of flux Don't be a punk Or schmuck Shouldn't strut Like you are greater than King Tut End the funk Jump Up And out the rut Until there is no slump Must Trust My gut Many a times had to put down the cup Because i was really drunk Had to watch my back always, and push my luck Because you can never really stack enough Took some puffs Of potent stuff And got a rush When it was tough Never stayed stuck Or was one to bluff and front The result wasn't always just Causing a fuss And others to feel disgust From dawn to dusk I remained in the cut Very much Out in the dust and brush Was broke running amok Couldn't even afford pizza hut Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff Then made some bucks And started saving for a truck Close to the cusp No thanks to the stunts I kept pulling every month Deposits of rust Formed a layer like a crust Mass amounts of junk Piled up at the dump Some foods growing with a husk Certain animals with trunks And tusks Girl you plus Me equals us By: Dalton Ogletree