Wandering Weed
I'm feeling quite finicky today;
Perhaps a bit deranged.
Are those people gawking at me?
Have I been re-arranged?
I'm feeling like a vagabond;
Whose been left out in the rain.
This young punk is just daring me
To overlap my pain.
Good thing I'm not the big, bad boss;
I'd fire the whole damn planet!
Find God's hidden Garden of Eden
And go ahead and re-plant it.
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2018
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