Sunny Muggy and Occasionally Gusty

9/20/16 Not only talking about the tummy When I say I'm hungry Always grew up out in the country Where there weren't always paved roads, it was dusty And more bumpy The days usually sunny Muggy And occasionally gusty Certain items left out in the elements turned rusty Forming a layer that was somewhat crusty Not yet have I played rugby Or sipped a double cup that was muddy Can't see any good in being a druggie Or whatever you want to call it, maybe a junkie? History has shown, so you don't neccessarily have to trust me The times have always been bloody And rather ugly Can't rely on being lucky Because that logic is nutty I want to see my mother living comfy And never again crummy To put it bluntly Got to think and get that money Daily not just monthly Not concerned about any who choose to judge me Or wether or not, others shall treat me justly With wisdom realizations came abruptly Still I try to learn and study Some say we evolved from monkeys But we All have our own opinions and little to any proof of the truth After all this time, is that sad or funny? Brainwashed individuals being molded like putty Behind the scenes things happening corruptly Try to not be clumsy And always grumpy Car crash tests being conducted with a dummy And at times the end results are so far from lovely By: Dalton Ogletree