Life is a dance of flames and arrows that the monkey man throws while you are on the road
Sometimes it's just cans and bottles and a bare butt hanging out of a pickup truck
The white trash god does not care where you go, or shed a salty tear for your existence
It is a pity I must face this human world alone
With only the stars overhead, I search for her face
A million pebbles gather upon my body and I can't push them away
A trillion thorns push into my skin
My life is lost when my lips no longer kiss her
I paint a golden person, on a golden cross beneath the crooked oak
When life is in disarray, and disappointment, you must gather all the pieces and sweep them away.
Poem from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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