Just Another Day

Wandering streets

trippen down…

Waken morning

 

there are not many,

cruising town…

 

A soft distant hope

on a sunny day

passing time

smoked a little dope

aimlessly

wandering away…

 

i’ll get real high

navigating

in space and time…

 

Hidden treasures,

now is that!

A crime?

 

Pannr’s

setting up shop,

in a hope..

To fill a pocket

full of chump change…

As to, their worldly

and within, a greedy, gain…

 

Crimson stop

to write, a few rhymes

Tim Hortons Donut shop,

spending time,

wasting days..

 

All this wasted

out of my mind…


Just Another Day

Just Another Day

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