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


wandering away…


i’ll get real high


in space and time…


Hidden treasures,

now is that!

A crime?



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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