The Morning Call

Love Is A Fight Sometimes It Bites

What do you tell yourself when the morning calls
when your still stuck in last night’s fog, life chasing
you like that junk yard dog. When your money stays
oh so tight and you run out of fight, got no more bite.

So who do you blame, when your life gets mundane
with the collection of fools that you know, where do
you go. Now dejected when not distracted yet before
feeling disrespected, comes strain of being rejected.

Man up the crowd will say, it’s the devil in the details
that get the way. Your women! can’t barely deal with
her own attitude, and your empty pockets won’t inspire
much gratitude, or buy the soon needed grocery food.

Though young and reckless yet resolute, when responsive
and resourceful who can dispute, life still gets in the way
at times its just a shit day, and if your women goes away
that’s just less you’ll pay, hell you didn’t have it anyway.

Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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