The Ocean Earth
truly i honestly grasp fast and arm karma's quid
quo quick for me to pass pro if you think we lasting,
surviving be the main task and I'm a over achiever like,
see that wood chewing beaver, now you start to smell cedar,
and i thought Oh my god the world's now a heater.
Ha we stuck in the feeder irrelevance teetered you've
out weighed the meter, i kinda understood this
from McGuffey's reader, the image coming to mind
is the salt man and his crimes, all jokes aside, He died.
Sunk to the bottom of the ocean churning salt to change his life.
lost in this rhyme allow me to connect lines,
many of men have trashed the sea believing they salted it,
at one time.
Copyright © Rospel Funk | Year Posted 2016
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