Struggling Read Count : 36
Category : Poems
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Always, I'm the fumbling fool.
The one rusted tool
Unable to fix the hole in the hull.
I try to fool the fool
By making certain kinds of rule
It just starts an eventual internal duel
Which way is right?
Which way is the way I reach high?
Which way is the way I'll feel like I can fly?
Busted ass wings
Can't hear the dings
When it's all pinball pings.
The invisible noose grows tighter
So I keep flipping around the lighter
Hoping one day it all gets a little calmer.