Josh Ray Poems

As the bullets whiz over our heads
And our chopper steals away in a storm of dust
We find out that our intel was wrong
The street that goes left? It goes right.
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Way down here in the Pit
Light don't shine no more
It all goes away when the dust flies
And only comes back when we stop working
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Here I wait as you lasily scroll,
Scroll across me, clicking on video
After video to watch for your enjoyment
But while you laugh, and cry and laugh some more
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