An Installment of Poetry by The Art Guy
On the roads and paths of life
There will be pill pushers,
Pondering self-fulfilling acts of slight
Victims of too-good-to-be-true, friendly faced butchers;
Steer clear of tree cutters
Opposing growth, biting the feeding hands,
Though be wary of tree huggers,
So sweet the fruit grown on poisoned lands;
Walk the line, adventure or crime?
Should you lose your balance,
You will lose your choice
With no way to turn back the time;
Fall for an act and pay the price
Life has no care, but also no spite,
Keep close those you love, even those despite,
No one else will hold your hand, hold on to you as tight.
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