Is it me or the shadows that write?
Must my words rhyme just right?
Legs clad in skinny jeans
Flavored smoke and java beans
Communist Manifesto of a farce
Amber eyed junkie high on grass
Iambic pentameter
My rhymes calculator.
Words that amble along
Some sham of a song plays in the background.
Hot coffee now gone cold
A young heart pretends to be old
Crowds of people swarm in
Rock and drugs and sex with women.
Shadows plays of our lives
Low down lows and way up highs...
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