Past Life
A new bandwagon.
And by bandwagon I mean a new morphing.
Someone found me out in a big beach ball of life.
I was a champion of a past life.
And this life now is as charming as squid-glue.
Don’t know if it’s my fault or the bones buried a few graveyards ago.
While I work the graveyard shift a few decades gone.
I wonder if she was some scientist before I was destined-
Nah, I don’t get destined.
I just get myself up early to bless myself and a gravestone out there.
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