A self inflected sucker punch

Leaving the credit card at the store

There are parts of life that are controllable

And there are those freaks that come

When they have not been called,the

Self inflected sucker punch,to wake

You up while your walking in your

Mind,life takes you and shakes you

Leaving you with the top of your

Head blown off and the whistle

blows from the dead space in

Between your ears,I was told

About this phenomenon

self inflected sucker punch

It was the credit card I left

In the barbershop that left




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