Born To Run Poem by James Onuska

Born To Run



Bent over, take it to a total different direction.
I will scope it out first.
First to be alive, no turning back.
First on the wide open network, it's detailed work.
Work it off, don't be a stiff.
What stiffens, spread those gaps.
Make it combustible, it went through a system.
All hot and watery eyed, you took a new form.
Who am I to thank for that.
It was spread open, I never lied about my condition.
I was running all the way here.
Back it up, my arms are plus sizes.
Have the where with all, someday they will call.
Going to stall you as of late, it goes by strength.
Will increase in number, it is finicky.
It was always under something, don't be a tease pot.
My roof is leaking, a leaky tea pot.
Wear straw hats can't scratch.
I won't dignify that with an answer.
All tall ships have them, mud is in place.
What a way to shake things up.
I like your method, it takes some effort.
If I was pint size I would never shake the feeling. You swear by it. It drifts on me.
It never fails to succeed. It sure sounds greedy. I hit the buzzer. A chain gang. What fun, a dynamo. Clip the art. I have a package deal. Sweep it under the rug. Love that tug. God willing. I got all choked up, put some in reserve. Reserve your spot. Got caught, puncture tires. Go, haywire. That was a parting shot. Broken out of rhythm. My behind is bursting. I can't stop you. You can say of later days. Goodbye pilgrim. My lines are fuzzy. Stuck on was. Learn to escape such horrors. Is it gothic. In
name only. What is a nozzle,

Man up, jump suit. I borrowed from the tape. Goodness out of turn. What spot do you need. Tender feet. Get all mixed up. That was a wise
decision. Reasons are plenty. Gently over. Bursting white seams. It seems to glow. You seem to have the thread needed. Went to seed. I need proof. Breeds contempt. Needles are prime. Can you retreat. It goes by the feet. That will cost you, a cover up. I'd rather not say. I'd rather not shoulder support. Concave. Have a way to behave. Shrouds are everywhere. I don't want to be seen. Keep it between us. Privacy is important. Match made in heaven. Where there is no fussing. You brought the pot to kiss in. what a
gigantic worry; that starts the story. I trusted in you see where that got me. Hang tough at such a weakened state. It's destiny I tell you. Born to run. How about it. Take the sky for blemishes. Fool's gold. Heavy handed. Wrap around a thumb print. No segments.
Have it printed up. No drop in prices. Fives are the finest. Wish to suspend. You have the same rights as me. Don't believe in gerbils. It is durable. Fend off snakes.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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