Hanging on to life like a the old piece of gum under the desk
As I dangle with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company
Until there’s is another abused sheet of clothing made from aluminum On the floor
Trembling down like tumbleweed dancing with the desert winds
A chewed up
Yea let’s talk for a min type Conversation with more physical than verbal actions
No apologies for something that is not accidental
Placing me underneath a surface where minds grow to success and joy
or crash down Face plant from social depression
Maybe
A sheet of clothing will hit the floor again
Additionally feeling my space of upside down with someone I can hang with it
Eventually my arms will cave with or without the distraction of laughter
Dang
My Dangling days will end