Sad Truth
2/19/21
Among the dirt and grass
Near and far from curving paths
It's proven, I don't need to determine that
Many once thought, the Earth was flat
People so quick to judge and be the first to laugh
Events happened slowly or occurred fast
Rooftops and areas full of too much bird crap
The alcohol never once turned it's back
Or was concerned with the fact
Of how often and much I was earning cash
Praying for my downfall, hoping to see me burning fast
All this surging crap
Going to give you an allergic rash
As well as you facing eternal wrath
Kept feeling the love
When push came to shove
Never once tried to treat me like scum
Or to drag my name through the mud
Wasn't out to see me pay in blood
Always been my bud
The dabs didn't judge
Or hold a grudge
Didn't talk just because
They thought they had a clue of who I truly was
Never cared if I ever was buzzed
Or covered in sludge
Whether in the city or country
To put it bluntly
From here to Philadelphia not always sunny
Never once expected something from me
Nobody else was there, but it was there to hug me
The money
Didn't judge me
If it got bloody
And rather ugly
Or if I ever was a druggie or junkie
Didn't treat me like a dummy
Or think it was so funny
Always trying to one up me
And being far too touchy
Yet so quick to make me suffer unjustly
People too often on their high horse, others starving and hungry
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2021
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