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
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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