Little Peace and Sleep
12/21/22
You sow what you reap
On either side of the creek
Every single week
Another cheat
Taking from the poor or elite
Reality isn't always sweet
I had to punch them in the mouth, knocked out a few teeth
Over every little thing people often squeak
A world full of sheep
I hope you can swim because it gets deep
Can't find any peace
I struggle to sleep
Yet I'm so f***ed up it's beyond belief
How ironic that there is little to any relief
The area wasn't sealed well so water started to seep
Continuing to leak
Like secrets that people rarely keep
You can leave a message after the beep
The path I take is steep
I've had to make a leap
Differentiate myself from all the fakes and creeps
No need for an ice chest
All kinds of stress
For time I'm pressed
It's been quite the trek
So much I digest
Little to get off my chest
Oh well, if I'm the one to die next
Quickly they express concern
When it takes an unexpected turn
The bridge I let it burn
With hogs
Always at odds
Too many snobs
The same can be said for all these facades
They're so quick to talk about gods
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2023
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