State of Flux
6/17/16
Typically either just
Or corrupt
The world in a state of flux
Don't be a punk
Or schmuck
Shouldn't strut
Like you are greater than King Tut
End the funk
Jump
Up
And out the rut
Until there is no slump
Must
Trust
My gut
Many a times had to put down the cup
Because i was really drunk
Had to watch my back always, and push my luck
Because you can never really stack enough
Took some puffs
Of potent stuff
And got a rush
When it was tough
Never stayed stuck
Or was one to bluff and front
The result wasn't always just
Causing a fuss
And others to feel disgust
From dawn to dusk
I remained in the cut
Very much
Out in the dust and brush
Was broke running amok
Couldn't even afford pizza hut
Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff
Then made some bucks
And started saving for a truck
Close to the cusp
No thanks to the stunts
I kept pulling every month
Deposits of rust
Formed a layer like a crust
Mass amounts of junk
Piled up at the dump
Some foods growing with a husk
Certain animals with trunks
And tusks
Girl you plus
Me equals us
By: Dalton Ogletree
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