You know I come from the AM radio
point of view
That behind a looking at us
into the future tense
you get a hell of a lotta pennies
though you're not
These eyes that appear outta nowhere
Always give you the impression
they'll be an eye witness
The forage is building up to an end
or a storage closet of my mind
& the prize will lead to an easy pony
you ride backwards in my saddle
Call for help & the Barber of Seville
Need I say when?
"It is the winning that's gettin me down."
These words drip from the unridable truth
It is an outhouse kind of success
caught in a Huck Finn by and by
When marking it all down
note the word "Standards"
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