Intergalactic
10/26/17
On the radio the sound of static
Got some bad habits
Broke many but am still an addict
Beyond all the semantics
Life isn't always fantastic
Occasionally graphic
And tragic
Not going to panic
Or become frantic
Slight brain damage
Still I manage
Burning and earning cabbage
Working hard going savage
In the beginning hardly had s***
Now am so close I can almost grab it
Working outside and inside an attic
Then going in and out of traffic
Occasionally eating food that is organic
And other junk on my palate
These fools are plastic
Being far too dramatic
Unwilling to bury the hatchet
Taking care of anything problematic
Being pragmatic
Changes in tactics
Keeping my balance
Using my talents
Across the planet
Out of this world intergalactic
Being enthusiastic
I always wanted money and a bad B****
Just trying to avoid being in a straight jacket
Out to help my family live lavish
Before I vanish
And am in a urn or casket
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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