poe-uh-tree

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poe-uh-tree


life is poe-uh-tree
breathing living fighting making love dying

skating on thin ice,
you know doing those things your momma warned you about
staying up til the crack of dawn,
only escaping the hustle and bustle of the world by a hair’s breadth
before the suns rays pierce the fog that hangs over your particular city

fighting for your rights
the right to decide if you wanna play the fool
and present yourself as a representative of life’s cesspool
the right to your own individuality –
not to be like bobby, jane, sue or Malcolm.
stand up and defend yourself against
the man who tries to steal your soul

dancing til you drop
running from the cops
being in the wrong place at the wrong time and getting shot

life is poe-uh-tree
breathing living fighting making love and dying