The eight second ride
a frame of mind
I thought I was fine
but I wasn't alright.
The eight seconds passed
I never though I'd last
the memories from my past
the one's half-assed.
Eight seconds long
the bell like a gong
signaling me along
like an old drinking song.
Eight seconds down
zero more to drown
not a soul in this country town
who will wear my broken crown.
Eight second ride, not a winner
a stomach without dinner
a mess is inner
and I'm still a sinner.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Rights Reserved
