Poetry · Writing

Dirty Triumphs

never clean but always washed

splashin’ in the puddle makin’ no waves

– I’m still restless

played it wrong and got arrested

all that studyin’ and got tested

but we were never bested

tied together and protested

hangin’ in there like we’re infested

detested- went to far and now we’re rested.

 

move over – –

seven on my arm

I still remember

it was never clean but we’re fired up

we won but was it worth it

dirty triumphs

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