Judge -Mental
Here I sit in walmart's parking lot, in a daze,
thinking maybe I should change my ways.
As I look out around me, what would I see?
a bunch of knuckle-head's passing by me.
I heard one say to the other one, I give it a ten,
the other-did you see the front side wren?
Sure but the more I judge them gal's, I say,
da more judge -mental I seem stay.
Copyright © James Porter | Year Posted 2023
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