Some Years Back

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I'm a little bit slower,
unique kind submission,
with fork over the mower.
12 years passed,
and all I could smell was cut grass
and gas.
practice preached
practice preached
learn the formula
practice preached
go find Lenny, he has a job for you.
Lenny, wants the salt of you.
Lenny, expects the tolerance of two.
Lenny, hesitates then the brutality ensues.
It's only ice and salt.
It's only weeds and curbs.
It's only aesthetic rodeo.
Lenny, hates the bronco.
Lenny, hates the bravo.
Lenny, hates & loves, like there is no tomorrow.
Fast forward 4 years and I am stoned wheat thin.
Rewind 5 months and I was beyond in sin.
No atonement.
No atonement.
Shame.
Retreat.
Recoil.
Repeat.

-Michael Cunningham