Numbers, by John Moore
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Choking on a ‘hundred
Goin ninety
Down eighty
Count the raindrops
Lose track at seventy
Thinkin about the sixties
These days
Dad’s turnin fifty
I’m puking up a forty
Women worried
about turnin thirty
I can barely manage twenty
Seconds
Without worrying about the sum total
Of my existence
Running out of road
Running into time
Spend my last ten bucks
On a dime
Try to quiet my mind
Drowning in the rain.
This sentence was made to rhyme
I wasn’t. |
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:19:40 UTC |
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