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I'm Calling Bullshit!

With my life,
hard blows....

time to go home?
no one really knows...

Back in my youth,
where I thought I've grown.

Same place,
my childhood home.

After two years of figuring it out,
this town is not what i'm all about.

A picture perfect vacation it may seem,
nothing of what I dream.

I want more than how I look naked,
I want more than...
how I can fake it.

To me life is beyond the flesh,
there is no way
these minds will mesh.....

Too may options,
toooo many choices,

no one can hear the voices...

at the bottom of the hill,
waiting for Moses...

I've made up my mind,
these are not my choices....

I call bullshit,
and I want to leave...
no longer overcome to this devises

so do as you please...

for me I call bullshit! ! ! ! !

Again...this life I have to quit! !

poem by JAR Poet
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