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10/20/19
"Playing For Keeps"

What the bleep is up with all the creeps
And cheats
It's time to release the beast off the leash
And have a feast
Sinking my teeth
Into each, until they cease

Left out to rot, not buried beneath
The ground six feet deep
In any minute it'll reek

You're a piece
And a thief
Causing nothing but grief
Capeesh?

It truly is a dog eat dog world, full of deceit
In the South, West, North and East
Cycles that repeat

Water starting to seep
And pipes soon to leak
Prices getting lowered or increased
I didn't always need a receipt

Quickly was able to sweep
Them out their cleats

Keep taking a seat
Or get up and move your feet
You're going to have to compete
How else is the task getting complete?

Never been a leech
Messes cleaned with bleach
This president, some people want to impeach
Sheesh
All these peeps obsessed with tweets

Every time we meet
Always looking sleek
She's a peach
Sexy and petite
Around me she's sweet
And a freak
In between the sheets

On the wall a wreath
And nearby is a knife in a sheath

Made another motif
Turned over a new leaf
Nearby a reef
And beach

I've been on losing and winning streaks
I'm playing for keeps

A globe with elephant and geese
Working on an eloquent speech
I listen to those that teach
But not the ones that preach

No matter if it's looking bleak
Or if the terrain is steep
I'll handle it with different techniques

Monitoring patients and listening for a beep
Helping to treat

I'm not the wolf or a sheep
I'm so unique
Full of mystique

Not just a geek
People pay respect and listen when I speak

Tired of living cheap
Got off the porch and leaped
Worked on getting strong, did no good remaining weak

Set out to reach 
The top of the highest peaks
No matter if it took years or weeks

Accomplished another feat
Nearby a field of wheat

I want nothing to do with you, if you want to tweak
Or squeak

Areas that are neat
And others with garbage in a heap

Didn't make a peep
Skillfully able to sneak
In a house with floorboards that creak
By being discrete

By themselves or with a fleet
If they want to go, then it'll be their retreat
Unless they want to stick around and get beat

Live right by the street
Use to drive a jeep
Occasonally the tires would screech
For a time that was brief 

Benefits being reaped
To say the very least
I'm in too deep
A continual struggle with sleep
Still after what I seek

By: Dalton Ogletree
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