The One
5/16/17
The brain comparable to a sponge
No longer under, like a sub
Thanks to the flood
Rising up above
The top layer of mud
Like bath bubbles in a tub
Near and far from bugs and grubs
Among the trees and shrubs
As well as any bears or cubs
My toes got stubbed
From bumping into nubs
Pulled into the pub
While carrying a dub
Opposite side of the wooden club
Coughing out my lungs
Beyond numb
Off so much liquor and drugs
Oh well, if they want to nudge and judge
I'm not going to budge
Or hold a grudge
Just going to shrug, snub and shun
While I continue to trudge
Through it all including toxic sludge
Those that want to call me dumb
And look at me like a dud
Get viewed as if their dung and scum
From here to kingdom come
Phlegm flung
Out of the lungs
As tools were swung
Below the moon and sun
Wherever we worked and dug
Making sure things were level and plumb
Items were slung
Over a shoulder then hung
Took a plunge
On a planet revolving around funds
Had my fair share of fun
But never said I was done
Like none
Because I am the one
They tried to lunge
Then got broken thumbs
And quickly attempted to run
But I easily was able to overcome
Stepping all over them like a piece of gum
For free, you will not get another pun
Some live by the gun
Using hollow points or slugs
And others are completely spun
Regardless of if their life journey had just begun
My Cuz and any other related blood
I got you, it's all love
Many a times I clung
On the lowest and highest rungs
Unwilling to succumb
Just marching to the beat of my own drum
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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