My Nasa Poem by daniel wentz

My Nasa



on a rocket ship to the moon
thinking that I've consumed too much liquor
that makes me feel even more sicker
than this sadness that's causing this madness
diverging the mind behind each rhyme
refraining from breaking your skull or dropping your jaw
knowing in the end we will all fall
like a shooting star coming from near or far
but that's just me going hard

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