No Carbon Copy
5/5/21
Woke up groggy
The waters were often choppy
From Del Monte
Toward Milwaukee
To way beyond Nagasaki
And all across the Mojave
See me in person or hit me up on the Walkie-Talkie
Always been a real one, not no carbon copy
I am down to earth, far from bossy
I've been peaceful like Gandhi
I was humble not cocky
It's all good, if they want to mock me
I was more than just somebody
When it all got rocky
Made an offering and did it calmly
Got it done, like it was my hobby
By myself without a posse
Near and far from a field of Poppies
Close and nowhere near the Rockies
Faintly familiar with the Anunnaki
I awoke awfully hungover or feeling lofty
I started the day off with a beer or a coffee
Outside it was already getting hot or staying frosty
The weather and my glasses got foggy
I had similarities to Clyde, but I never found my Bonnie
Always in a state of melancholy
Poor yet snobby
Foolish and snotty
Pockets and weight turning scrawny
Being sloppy
I had to keep it saucy
After all it's only a human body
At times I went Kamikaze
Going with or against the Illuminati
I got no time to be wishy-washy
Yet, I've been doing the 'Ricky Bobby'
Golly
Living a life similar to Quasimodo
In conditions that are shoddy
Boy, don't try to get salty or to fault me
Physical or verbal assaulting
Followed by you acting gaudy
When the truth is it's folly
I could take you out with or without one good volley
The outcome is certain, it's not spotty
Always been friends with cats and doggies
Such as Abyssinians and Scotties
Far too many caught up with like Nazis
Mitt Romney
And commies
In a world full of predators like Bill Cosby
Not a soul has proven to be godly
Yet it is idolized in ways that are odd to me
It was a positive outcome or it was grisly
This is reality not Disney
It was weak or it really hit me
Situations and plants got sticky
Not all that picky
I'll take a plate of Chicken Teriyaki
With roasted Kohlrabi
Or Manicotti
Otherwise a charcuterie board with Salami
If that can't be done, then a sandwich with Pastrami
In and out of the vicinity of any Palm tree
Nearly every night, I turned into a Zombie
You either do or don't got me
Time and money is what it cost me
If it turned to that, then I turned into John Gotti
If there's one thing life taught me
When it's all on the line, got to go out like Rambo and Rocky
Otherwise my life is stopping
Because in this day and age it's often involving
A fist or gun, and the outcome is appalling
Especially over women, drugs or broccoli
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2021
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