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this gray lion

OK there's alot of ways to jump off a bridge and that's it
me I would choose the back flip so i did
hit the water feeling like a smashed arachnid
that lived a four year life without worrying
not sure what i would do for that but alot
four years without one worry
that would hurt my face
my teeth would see the outside of my mouth more
and i would probably stop using the cellar door
childhood is the answer...for some
too bad they never remember it
some of our best days tenderness and rough
depending on who you are i guess
and i am not a good guesser
sometimes i still feel like the pirate
looking for his treasure sinking slowly
on a twenty five gallon French oak barrel
filled with what seemed like the best fucking beer on the planet
that i managed to cling to when they blew holes in my ship and it went down
swallowed by the sea my pride was on that ship
along with people i thought gave a shit
while floating i wait for them
listening to them talk in my head
about how sour life itself has gotten
the good times not to be forgotten by any means or niceness
feeling lifeless knowing it's priceless to be even breathing
a new low for me...
the road of roses turn to gravel new battles new babble old saddle
worn and weathered leather engraved lion feathers
this gray lion can fly farther and farther until he dies
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