At Long Last
7/6/22
Finally found the way at long last
Ill happenings in headlines and on broadcast
At first I had problems that I never got past
One of many things I lost at
Failed to stay on that
At times I lost track
As well as contact
Issues arose, they rarely became compact
There was always fine print in the contract
In remote areas there wasn't a nearby off-ramp
A new day another gauze pack
The same can be said for piles of dog crap
Why is it that people always talk trash?
If it's too good to be true, it often has drawbacks
All around a continual undertow
Lord doesn't nor does my mother know
Due to the level of danger there was different color codes
Not like all these other clones
In another zone
Free the guys, bring our brothers home
Most times
Paying it all no mind
Never going to play both sides
By way of how the crow flies
When it's low tide
The chance is there, otherwise opportunity will go by
Why am I always drunk and so high?
Am I just an addict or have I been forsaken?
For a long time I've been awakened
I need it stirred not shaken
As well as a money counter for all the bacon
Still beautiful not misshapen
A world full of labels such as a pagan
No belief in god or satan
The same can be said for hell or haven
Go against me and mine then I react like Liam Neeson in "Taken"
Bring about your end with an iron maiden
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2022
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