My Lunch Box Was In The Trunk

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Interstate Freedom"

Submitted: February 22, 2016

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My Lunch Box Was In The Trunk

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I leave the world to rot

Swallowing what little pride I have left

I've been stripped of my rights

I know it's time to die

I can feel it in thee air

A world full of bitches and assholes

Ev'rywhere I go

Now-a-days the chocolate soda machines

All question my authority

But if I am left here to linger

After my own disaster

What else is bound to happen to me?

To the world

To ev'ry single being?

I found my lunch box

It was in the trunk

I found my freedom

It was given to the clowns above

Now my sharpened mind can see the light

But what good is this vision

With no one to share it with?

Whipped by my master

Just for chasing after

Whatever it is I saw

In anybody new

Anybody new to me

I'm fine with the lashes on my back

And I don't need to eat out of the trash

So here I am

Come and get me

I know you're going to kill me

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02-20-'16 #2

D. L. Cannon


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