Straight into triage one
casualty
communicating what a gap
remains for me
How many years it been?
seventeen
coming twenty and what
a strange trip between
a cliché of an age
I was born after
that thing you hear is not the
sound of children’s laughter
That thing you hear
is the big sound
I’m still chasing it
with all my running around
Hell will I ever
even get on time?
Hey nothing that I do
is a crime
and easily passed
so don’t bend my ear
If it’s not hallelujah
then I don’t want to hear
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