Livin' In My Own Folklore

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by: Gregg M. Pasterick
uploaded: 02/19/2017
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Were holed up in 29 Palms (it's all that we can afford), keepin' a very low profile, cuttin' the status quo cord. I found a dead praying mantis. I hope she died in her sleep. I pray the lord ... any lord ... her soul to keep. Suddenly I'm a workin' stiff, no matter how flaccid I seem. AARP and free prescriptions, I'm livin' the fuckin' dream! I found a dead praying mantis. I hope she died in her sleep. I pray the lord ... any lord ... her soul to keep. I'm feelin' lighter than air. Medicated, without a care. Life should be lived like a dare. Earn the wear and tear... I found a dead praying mantis. I hope she died in her sleep. I pray the lord ... any lord ... her soul to keep. The desert's a long way from where it began, in miles and metaphor. I'm a legend in my own mind, livin' in my own folklore. Copyright 2017 Gregg M. Pasterick All Rights Reserved.  
Tagses: cosmic amercan,below-fi, cannabis (we can link these up later)

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