Poetry · Writing

Watching Movies

people worship these idols,

’til they come in contact with Gods-

 

singin’ along, never spent a day out

places always been sold out

never took the day off

only here to make my mom proud

and now, it’s a takeoff

sail around the world no Statefarm

 

and I’ll be here,

not backing down-

sail the world no feature

director smoking weed

no deleted scenes

please come home

live under the family tree

I’ll be there when all is said and done

buried like the rest

it’s not my time.

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