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Swerving in Traffic.

I'm swerving in Traffic. Alive  and graphic. Loose and elastic. I murder my pain and wrapped it in plastic. Some people are born to be wild.  I was born to be drastic.Beat in my head Boombastic. I catch the beat I ride it I pass it. I'm the beat and I blast it.. the world is energy, And I have the energy to match it.  I am chasing my dreams. I got the energy to catch it.  I plant a seed. Got the energy to hatch it. It was all a dream.yet it was all a scheme.  I am swerving in Traffic. It was all a scream. Switching lanes I put it in gear.  Foot to the floor driving the fear. Floating through traffic. Riding on tears.  Drunk driving like a acholic surviving on beer. A day and a night. Grateful to be here.  Welcome to the free world. Who ever been there. Been on lock down . Tears on the block. A river of tears trapped in a lock.Electric  like a chair in a state of shock.  Doing time to the ticks and  the tocks . Swerving in traffic vodka and rocks. I say to you all this is not a poem. I'm just drunk from music, swerving in my zone. Some drive on gas I drive on my own. I am drunken with rhythm. I am setting the tone. I am Bad as I want to be, I am bad to the bone. Swerving in traffic all the way home.



Written by darkcloud68
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