883.(Nappy)Tattoo Girl

My cupboard is a bush
My closet is the woods
My property is a public park
My safe is a suitcase
My bike rack is a tree
But all of these realities
Shall come to pass, my beauties
As I evolve and transition
I’ll put my key in the ignition
And drive myself to many destinations
To get my point across all the nations
That constantly paying to survive
Is buying into a great big lie
I’ve learned how we are still kids
Running around making our bids
And it’s all yours if the price is right
But what do we do if it’s out of sight?
Rebuild and gather again?
Or simply be content in Zen?
We fool ourselves if we say we’re happy
Through constant change, we need a nappy!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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