In all your victory
You out shine the brightest stars
The dark November skies can’t subdue
And the sun?
Well, lets just say you are on a crash course
Bathing in the freshest salts only dried out your parcel
So now your short comings
Always over compensating
Well, you, in all your glory missed it
You should have seen the gang
Torches and pitchforks
Roosting ‘round the barn
In prison it’s about “have” and “have nots”
I’m not sure I’d be the one to have.
