PART OF THE BEAT

PART OF THE BEAT

Only you can kill yourself,

hiding your game in the shelf

Too many die

living a life of lie.

Too many fellows live

but can’t survive

You must go anyway

but don’t go away

Place your feet on the ground

while you’re still around

Just doodle it

you can take the hit

Don’t fret the heat

it’s part of the beat.

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Here I was, talking to myself, as I moved up and down the scaffold.