We are down and out
Like rats out of their sleeping holes
After a long winter
It's easy for us crawling through life
Counting our little possessions
Out from underneath
When gravity works
But my mother has other ideas
She floats to the top
Not for a better way out ‘cause there is none
But for a better view
There.
(2019-11-11)
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