poppa teach me how to die
because obviously something
im doing isn't right
i am playing risk in my head
a global domination
in conquering the grounds
that have robbed your 'stead
but each town is burned
a church is filled with girls
who are either boring
or already in use
so i walk away like an outlaw
and write my psalms
no woe's with coyotes
just a poet
anxiously waiting for deliverance
and dangers
because i chose tornado
over cotton
wild over meadow
bareback over saddle
ride the pony
to find the stallion
toss my hat down to fix your fives
and put them together for ten
i bet bucks
because i wont change
unless the lion in me
is shaved and humbled
i will continue to walk alone
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