Boom
Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/
What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/
Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/
Such a boom to life’s dome/
It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/
I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/
Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/
All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/
With a full notion and intention of compact direction/
Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/
There could be a compilation of infections/
No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/
No matter the corroboration in my position/
All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/
Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/
With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/
This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.
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