Ten Tries
8/7/24
As time always sped by
You can't read this in the headlines
There won't always be a next time
People still fed by
Carefully spread lies
Through a never ending feud over dead guys
It'll take more than ten tries
Just can't always end fine
Yet why
Does all this continual lead fly
Sad, how quickly men die
All alone not a soul by the bed side
I already said mine
Can't fix it with a cracker and red wine
Too many folks staying saltier than french fries
Lots being hypocritical and deer in the headlights
Of other life, will we ever detect signs?
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