I’m too old to be playing
On someone else’s terms
I’m ready to start slaying
I hope it really burns
This is for me
This is for family
This I do happily
And that pays out handsomely
I won’t worry about that deadline
I create my own lifeline
I have no guideline
No longer silent on the sideline
I drink my own juice
I dance when I cry
I will let loose
I no longer comply
When I die
I will say that I’ve lived
I don’t have much, but
My time is a precious gift
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DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
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