It's Only A Lifetime pts.1&2
Autistic artistics
Who can’t find their words a home, like lost misfits
Counting and working off digits and
Patent their talent to buy what cost digits
Cause this is a pot, of broken dreams
With no means to grip it, the golden beams
Not a soul on the team has the scheme
In order to fix it
-Stirred to a blur of cold sirs and frost misses
It’s only a lifetime, no reason to miss it
Any colour of brother
Will seem like another
When fabled and labeled with us or the others
Misters and sisters, the system is tougher
Making and taking good friends and bad lovers
Left behind in time, get ready get set
With nowhere to go, bring on the regret
Or wages of lotto and pass out the bottles
To sluggers and buggers everyone is a sucker
From youngest of rascal to oldest grandmother
-Cars with no hearts and a status mal-fitted
It’s only a lifetime, no reason to miss it
poem by P.R. Prosper
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