choose
So, what, we choose,
inflated child's balloon
Right now, so aggravated,
someone got my dad's phone number
and the pay back will be soon.
By all means,
attack the guy in a saloon
not some old guy of peace,
and laying most days in slumber,
Not wishing can excuse your greens.
How dare and I speak figuratively,
red are my eyes and sinfully,
I have you and a course of destruction.
You don't know the pin you just pulled.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey-Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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