(20 minute poetry)
Them can scoot fast when the last seat's available,
don't worry about this old rhymer
he can spend some time a
standing
he's had plenty of practice
but in waiting for the opportunity that I'm sure as **** is due to me
I keep my weather eye open.
Them's still young,
got years left to sit
years for their dreams
to come untrue.
And it's nothing to do
with it being Friday
this is everyday
sometimes I think
if only the wheels of
industry moved as quickly,
but that thought fades away
as this day will
and
them's still young
It's no fun but it's bearable.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Them can scoot fast when the last seat's available,
don't worry about this old rhymer
he can spend some time a
standing
he's had plenty of practice
but in waiting for the opportunity that I'm sure as **** is due to me
I keep my weather eye open.
Them's still young,
got years left to sit
years for their dreams
to come untrue.
And it's nothing to do
with it being Friday
this is everyday
sometimes I think
if only the wheels of
industry moved as quickly,
but that thought fades away
as this day will
and
them's still young
It's no fun but it's bearable.
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