How the World Should Work

I’m moving soon

Skipping town

To go a way where dues are paid

To build a life

One not of strife

But one where someone, well, they’ll be laid

To Florida

It’s where I gah

I have not much of money, yet

But I’ll tell you

Oh yes, it’s true

I’m sitting on a novel, bet

It’s one I’m writing

Through all this fighting

That will change this world somehow

Delirious?

I’m serious

This ideas the future, now

So cryptically

Look right at me

Believe or not, I do not care

I’ll be gone soon

DM me, swoon

A mustang needs a solid mare