The Dam
I spent too long in the sand-
the day has ran,
I am a dam,
the waters run cold,
and that is bad,
turn around and grab-
because the air of the wind isn’t fun,
teeter totter with the band,
let um go laugh…
Take a polygraph,
ask yourself,
how sad are the sad?
Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,
because,
the world renowned isn’t insane-
it’s just over due,
and unclaimed,
it's a jaded complaint,
an outdated fade,
in the neighborhood like a plague.
...out dated like the fade.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013
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