I'm a homeless skunk
wandering in the jungle.
dwelling in bushes and trees
shrugging to make a living.
I don't have a place called home,
Running and sick of pleasing.
I won't eat dinner
because I'm not one in the listing.
I don't have a private space
to store my valuable belongings
Neither nor for rest,
where an old sofa is my bedding.
Hard work and passion isn't an issue
and I crave for good sleep.
Peanut is what I got
During month ends and second week
I'm in a big hole of trouble
but I'm not backing off.
Problems are a common thing
when you're in a sliding slope.
Say, There is a *** of gold
in a little powder shed of understanding.
when fixing of the broken cracks,
is needing much help and pleading
And I lost a lot of friends,
but gained a few that's real,
Skunks themselves wandering
looking for a home and a heal.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
I'm a homeless skunk
wandering in the jungle.
dwelling in bushes and trees
shrugging to make a living.
I don't have a place called home,
Running and sick of pleasing.
I won't eat dinner
because I'm not one in the listing.
I don't have a private space
to store my valuable belongings
Neither nor for rest,
where an old sofa is my bedding.
Hard work and passion isn't an issue
and I crave for good sleep.
Peanut is what I got
During month ends and second week
I'm in a big hole of trouble
but I'm not backing off.
Problems are a common thing
when you're in a sliding slope.
Say, There is a *** of gold
in a little powder shed of understanding.
when fixing of the broken cracks,
is needing much help and pleading
And I lost a lot of friends,
but gained a few that's real,
Skunks themselves wandering
looking for a home and a heal.
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