– ham –

Ham asked again ’bout my miles in music;
skirting it can only get me so far.
Spoke of complacency like it was facing me;
wasting gas can only get me so far.
Ham knows my stomach, each hunger pain I feel,
urges me to travel until I find something real.
Go, go, go – there is no
good meal here I could wait for.

D.J. Whisenant

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