The Unsatisfying Water of a Cactus
Got up early and feeling surly
and I don't wonder why
Chest hair is curly and feeling burly
I'm not going to lie
There's only so much that I can touch
and turn into gold
I've got one crutch, things are as such
because I'm getting old
I've lost track and I've lost my knack
guess I'm out of practice
One man wolf pack, I'm thirsty I lack
even the water from a cactus
Bridges burning, world keeps turning
as dusk grows near
As I am learning and discerning
I have more anger than fear
Mental acrobatics and gymnastics
take me to new heights
No longer static, I am emphatic
I have a goal in my sights
Once in a while go the extra mile
to see how far you can go
Venom and bile are no longer in style
but that you already know
The last of the last who could still think fast
is walking out the door
The past has passed and the die is cast
and all I want is more
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2020
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