Gold Face

Saturday, May 14, 2022

When I’m running I am free,

Nothing matters but the 🅿️,

Poise I run that’s all on me,

Taking breaths refreshingly,

When I run there comes a beast,

Pacing steps he’s sculpting free,

Smiling faces, “Hi it’s me,”

Waving by to not scare sheep,

When I’m running I think free,

Like each step, words fly by me,

Some I like, most spit like 🅿️,

And like gold you’ll prime til sleek.

When I’m running I fly me,

Spread my arms, they stretch like wings,

Boeing Winglets, each rise me,

Running gold for currency,

That’s my face, don’t look at me.

If you do it’s awkward, sheesh,

You’ll see…😘

-Budd

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