Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

         Son of a gun were gonna have some fun

                Son of a bitch lets all get rich

Lets find a place where the human race doesn't force open your mouth and fill it full of shit

Find a place where you can breathe again my friend or you will find your end time

There is no such hiding place but you can always try to win

You sit and watch your tv set in despair for the hours you have spent

Life awaits a million footsteps and a thousand streams

         There are no regrets, only dreams.

Poetry from the book [Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas