Well Armored Pants
Flying by the seatOf my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
The city is large
It is smelly
It is cold to people
And warm to drunks
Flying by the seat
Of my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
Look beyond the dirt
Under the cold cement
Find the hidden treasure
Buried deep inside
Flying by the seat
Of my well armored pants
I fall into the heat
Of the urban jungle
Labels: Poem's
posted by Moonwolf @ 9:30 AM
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