No Book, My Loss
I admit I have no book
I'm sorry for my loss
But looking here and now
Is it really worth the cost
I don't spent my money well
Smoking too much pot
Good times with guitar and friends
That's really what I got
Jamming out
One soul one stage
Amazed and applauded as I misbehave
Why can't I make grades at school
It's something I don't know
Is it simply that I don't care
Or would I rather take the flow
Sometimes people call me dumb
As my peers choose their careers
Bug honestly a life like that
one of my only fears
how can I find peace on this cozy rock today?
Do I have to work for them
When I really want to play for you
poem by ryan Cravatta
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