Put that smiley face on
Even though I am tired as shit
Lifes sham, a game show host wants to be President
The beauty of my garden seeps into decadence, but it is the only thing to live for
I paddle alone, I walk alone
The wave action washes over me, and lifts my spirits
The bear shadows me on the trail
I'm just a bag of meat to him
He's just a bag of fur to me
This lady feels I am having to much fun and need to suffer the human race
(Civilization) is it really civilized
Cars and pavement, strip malls, and big box stores with ladies using their mirrors to put on lipstick
Art is no fun, no joy, it's just all hard
In a nation that has an intellectual deficit and wants to bring back Mayberry there's no way you can make it
I lift my paddle out of the water
There's only one place for me, headed for Nahhani Wilderness, Best Wishes.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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