Fall
6/2/17
Getting up every time I fall
Standing tall
Ready to give my all
Work moving fast, or at a stall
And coming to a crawl
But I'm like hell nah
Their either enthralled
Or appalled
It's either a big deal or small
You either do or don't have some gall
Whether or not regarding a trawl
Can't always be a successful haul
Doesn't matter if my name is called
I'm going to climb or break through the wall
Regardless of if I get into a brawl
Inside of a hall
I won't hesitate to maul
It's just another squall
And product made with or without ethanol
In the end, I don't know, and there wasn't a thing I saw
What else is there for me to say and draw?
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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