Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Years of a creative athlete,

Now running out of Summer.

Years of a creative hustler,

Yet, he sucked.

But that time was needed to bust through…

And into the money making man—

A Midnight bandit, robbing trains in trans,

Elusive to his band and, he’s nice.

He stole his ticket to the game,

Held up the store of hope…

Shaking down the banks of faith,

He never had to ask for it,

He knew it was his,

That’s why he took it…

Creatively enough,

So that it’s beautiful,

And those watching will see it as art,

…setting him spectrums apart.

He’s the light dark avoids,

He can’t fix it, however…

A visual Band-aid,

And his athleticism,

It’s the bandit in him…

-Budd

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