facts in my face when I’m staring down empty
hoping for something to change
what’s gonna happen when nothing transpires?
home, just like cows, on the range
turn my fat belly to steaks
Tag: facts
sketch: previously established facts
poem: sell the facts to prove it
sell the facts to prove it
make it real and do it
rhyme the same word twice
ya bum
and call it off quite early
lazy and afraid of trying
too much
Logan Bright — Works 