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Turnabout

ransom; unpaid

love is a bitch

I stifled my true reaction;
just shrugged

I'm on my own now
don't know what's gonna happen
at this point, I don't really care

all I do know is
...she's gonna be so pissed!

$10,000 for a two-bit whore?!
whoever they are, they can
keep her, dump her, sell her,
or just walk away,
as long as they don't send her back.

I've been saving up for that power skiff for too long!

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Power Skiff...ha...no wonder all the top enders I knew
loved their toys..
dads or moms..
sis..and if no bros adopted the most loyal

I just flowed into places like the wind
and out
keeping legit and clean enough
that I could help out

Oh the little young world or older were
trouble of that order..
why they want an old fossil like me?

mmm...connections...the oddity....
interesting looks....maybe just at
the thick of the whirplool idling round
for a break like they at the time..

in a small town and the road towns
everyone knows everything
People make the tour...gets boring
wheres the flavor...excitement
favourisms...

they all bungee jumped..parachuted
saw the world....as soon as they broke
free of the gated communities and
compounds..trailer parks...small
town hamlet homes in the woods
and fields...mechanics...gunsmiths
etc...champing at the bit..with a
world of stories in their heads
and eyes...
and such beauty..nothing melancholic
about Life and Living...
the Now came and went
as it shall..

its cost.....house.truck..took a break
from the kids....credit..
but like in country..they strip your
pack and tell you what U need..
if You cant to belong to a unit
U can keep all that crap and go it
alone...but I wouldnt recommend
it...Ive lived both...
travel light with street cred now...

is what it is....I had a sheltered enough
beginning...then....no borders..no walls
no rules....Now I sit in a semi world of
routine and much freedom
much low key costs...
I miss the high end sometimes...
but its fraught with its turmoil joys
and risks...

and anyway...its all here..rub elbows
with it in this hub....

in the end we are left with stories
the scars..the memories that nothing
can buy or sell...

thank U for your poem!

been there..

thank U Al..

Mr Wolf

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