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Yeah

I love my southern life. City gives in to too much strife. So much animosity that you cant even cut it with a knife.

I raised my food to eat. Walked many miles with bare feet. When I reach out i see the world is all deciet.

Ill keep my country bunken ways. Give my god all my praise. Move on from others bull shit to keep my ways.

You can't help all. They were born to fall.
I'll not waste any more time reaching out to y'all. You'll see me write but i desire no more friendship calls.

With me what you see is what you get. I'll not stand for ones bringing regret. You stirred the stink pot so you can eat that shit.

Written by Jiminex

Published 15th Oct 2019 | Edited 16th Oct 2019

#anger #disappointment #emptiness #frustration

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Re. Yeah

Tallen (earth_empath)

16th Oct 2019 12:42pm

(3rd line -- bunken? You meant bumpkin? i have friends who live in southern states and so i know only some of the local colloquialism)

Interesting for me the #themes You chose here as i don't get those feels
but
Perhaps it's in between the lines or backdrop?

i liked the rhyming format

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Re. Yeah

Jiminex

- Edited 16th Oct 2019 5:54pm

16th Oct 2019 5:52pm

Bumpkin is a term used for like a little country boy or girl normally used by the mothers. Bunken is a country man or woman tyoically known to be in the fields working some places refer to as hoss. Generally referred this way as to being in times of 1800's you had bunks that farm hands lived in so they were reffered as bunkens