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7/9/17

Getting stuck sucks
Call it tough luck
You must be nuts
I don't know you enough
So why would I just
Put very much trust
In someone that already bluffed
Over petty stuff

Mosquitoes and flies starting to buzz
A lot of sweat and blood
As I dug
Into hard ground and mud
During droughts and floods
The jobs weren't always easy or fun
But It still got done
Near and far from any kind of shrub
Whether or not I had any grub

I couldn't always bring or afford something to munch
But had a pretty damn good hunch

A potent chunk
Of skunk
That really stunk
Combined with me getting drunk

A new day and month
Time for a blunt
Rolled in dust
Now I'm really feeling a rush
Starting to nod off and slump
For awhile I may not be getting up

A bunch
Of numbers being crunched

Near the end, middle or from the jump
I was in the back of the pack, and in the front

Bud
Has been my choice of drug
Forties and tall cans I continually chug
Even Mississippi Mud, straight out the jug
Losing control of myself sometimes, waking up feeling like crud

It's nothing I boast or feel good about, because 
Sometimes the night before is fuzzed
I'm really feeling like a dud
Not a stud

I'm just not one to hold a grudge
Or one to judge

Not easily do I budge
But I still keep on and trudge

Some just can't hold their tongue
Why are they still talking fudge?
And trying to always act smug
I don't know or care, which is why I shrug

The place was bugged
And thoroughly inspected with gloves

Regardless of if you feel like the only one
That can relate to none
Don't always move at the pace of a slug
Better pick up the pace, and run
Underneath moon and sun
Whether or not battles were lost and won
Near and far waters being fished with chum
I really wonder if you have a clue of where I'm coming from
This always went for all not just some
Get off your bum
Don't do anything dumb
When problems arise, try to overcome
Instead of always focusing on getting numb

Believe me, I've been marching to the beat of my own drum
Down to change and crumbs
Trust me, you don't want to be there, and neither would your mum

Multiple stains across the rug
Nearby an extension cord with many plugs
Below a counter with coffee mugs

I'm not all that sure what exists below and above
This beautiful girl that loves pandas wanted to give me a hug
She kept on showing me love
Because of , all this I'd be there for her when push comes to shove
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