Georgia

Falls are plenty.
But the lies to cover the falls are many.
And when I gave Gemini my thoughts for a penny.
He told me he got enough thoughts already.
I'm dragging cus my arms are heavy.
I've asked but those fools just won't let me.
Cry for my own, now I'm eating spaghetti.
On my own where the lords can't catch me.
I am ready.


I'm home grown.
Where the veges and fruits have been shone.
Where the light meets the dark in the tone.
Where the residents don't wear any clothes.
Where the attitude is left out on the road.
On the streets where she left, I was four.
She looked back, only once to see how much i had grown.
But now I'm home.


Sweet Georgia!