Poetry · Writing

autophobia

no one saves the princess in this one

dares to dance with death with this one

drop this and go get my machine gun

take the good and get away with my son

no one saves the princess in this one

time to laugh has come and time to run

soul on the way chips played an one

money made playin’ shotgun

money made that’s an earned run

talkin’s shit that’s a hit and run

wakin’ on a midnights sun

hey- livin’ long enough to outrun

never one and done

you are the only one

no one saves the princess in this one

can anyone here me- anyone

 

 

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