Cold towel wipes the sweat off the top of my head, I've succeeded in my journey through life's bowels. Kicked off my boots, though oh so stained with the juice of society's underbelly absorbed through my roots. Exterior such a synthetic mold of warmth and structure, inside I'm cold and ruptured. -------->>>> Friends say I'll never find my answer for sorrow in the bottom of this bottle, I know... that's why I'll search a new one tomorrow. I'm life's whole corn, chewed up and shit out but still there in the bowl the next morn. I'm being chased and outnumbered by the hundreds, yet done dodging and running from the demons I once hung with. My safety; my lady, my dog and my gun.... and I'm short one so be cautious the angle you approach from. Systematically moving as I await the next court date, just cause I made one wrong move the system yelled check-mate. No stress.... I've traveled the muddy path so long my sock's wet, so discomfort's progress. -LIV
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