Sunday, January 16, 2022

Intangibles

I’ve kept my mouth shut
About a lot of shit
And felt my wrinkled butt
Repeatedly get bit

I don’t know a lot
But can tell when to let
Go, for what I’ve got
Is more than I may get

We all have the right
To rid ourselves of rot
At risk of one long night
When we miss what is not.

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