It's goona rain inside, I can tell
By the sun shining outside
And the sky is falling-up, I can see
The stars coming down
Must be the mud in my brownie
This ain't the world
No, this is not the world I was born to
Too much confusion, revolving my intuition
There's lightning and thunder
Shaking and wetting
My pants and slumber, hear-ya-hombre
I must be, or say, in-need
To put myself together nor better
It's going to rain inside, I'll stay outside
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
© Copyright 2016 Juli Monat. All rights reserved.
Essay / Humor
Poem / Poetry
Script / Horror
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