Palm Readings
Just like a weasel living life as a scavenge
I’m sure just like he it’s not as he would have planned it
And with patrol shifts going out to all the giants and talls
They sure use their big britches to control us their fellow smalls
I’ve educated my self in history of war and treaties
Why it’s unhumbling to see history just repeating
Down at my hands now old ones new
The choices I’ve made created their lines and grooves
Smack dab out of the toxicity
Dropping and falling repeatedly and repeatedly
And when I hit the grounds bottom
I bounce back right up to the top
And there’s no time to get your footing stuck on such
Because around around the wheel continues and turns
Its only at your end your allowed to get off
Stacy Lopez
12/12/21
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