Last Trip 1 Poem by david gerardino
Last Trip 1
theres a lot of peaple stumbling in the dark, they play tag with their hatred and drugs, they kick the shins of a mighty ki ng, then back off for the world to see, they play a game like a child plays with toys, then push it a side waiting for that fat lady to sing, they stand up ready to fire again, , , , , and again, , , and again, , , but theres a problem, for this king was never a king....
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