Plug – Poem

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Plug

There is a plug, a sticky thing,

a clog filling the passage

It keeps all the gooey good stuff from flowing like it should

It keeps us from seeing ourselves

seen how we see

feel how we feel

how we want to experience

 

This plug is tough and gruff and overall quite the bastard

We have to pull and struggle and fight

do what needs to be done to open our heart to fun

 

The world is not always about the things that are bad

or sad

We can raise our spirits

feel the wave

and be glad

enjoy the stillness of peace

and make the insanity cease.

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