The Dam

I spent too long in the sand-
the day has ran,

I am a dam,

the waters run cold,

and that is bad,

turn around and grab-

because the air of the wind isn’t fun,

teeter totter with the band,
let um go laugh…

Take a polygraph,
ask yourself, 
how sad are the sad?

Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,

because,
the world renowned isn’t insane-
it’s just over due,
and unclaimed,

it's a jaded complaint,

an outdated fade,

in the neighborhood like a plague.

...out dated like the fade.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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