That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles
Jungles like company,
both parents want custody,
the elderly needs an accompany,
I am reluctantly,
withering away in the upcountry.
Snow burns my throat,
I use up a lot of time on my remote,
I know I have someone to devote.
All this conflict ,
will predict,
a passage way through the jungle,
a nice person for you to stumble,
across.
Remember people practice daily loss
of emotion or ambition;
a burned out ignition;
or a life-depending mission.
Copyright © Renee Muravez | Year Posted 2015
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