– exhaust –

The end of a cycle…

the start of a rotation.

Should I lay so idle…

or express some jubilation?

Welcome to the finish line,

hello to the starting point,

resting my black behind, ex-

hausting every damn joint…

exhausting every damn joint.

In the eve

of the hour,

the moon is upon me.

Selfishly,

I turn sour… oh

slumber, how I want thee.

Welcome to the finish line,

hello to the starting point,

resting my black behind, ex-

hausting every damn joint…

 

exhausting every damn joint.

D.J. Whisenant

 

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