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What Had Happen Was...
What Had Happen Was…
Cake baked, Noodle doddle, stone raddle, stale chips on the table
This is what I hear when you
Oppress the truth and speak your jabber
Like a kid that got caught and decides to
Elaborate on what could of happen
Forgetting, the “what could of…”
But I listened as you, “Once a upon a timed me”
Tomb Rader, raid’s the high jungles of Africa
Developing stories that would be told for ages
But forgetting that she’s a character in a game
Not a tangible, firm built, beautiful woman that could be caressed
But a controlled infant with Angelina Jolie characteristics
Your becoming a character, with stories that could be told for years
From your mouth, it’s like amazement
“What could of went wrong?” but
From those who’s played the game, it’s apparent
The lack of time put in to tying your shoe,
Allowed the lace to be stepped on
Eventually cracking the ends and at an instance
The lace eventually broke
Call me a lace and rather than brake
I’m going to lend my services to the one who double knotted me
Assuring stability
Coupled with a soft hand to clean me
Washing the dirt from your lack of…
And wear and tear on me
No, I’m not renewed
You can even call me used
But this doesn’t decrease my value
I’m still usable
Paired with the write user, I’m
A bottle of fine wine
Most definitely tangible, edible and because of my ability and lasting flavor
I’ve become a delectable favorite
Sought after
By those who don’t only have, but
Apply the Word
To assure SUFFICIENT compatibility
By David Johnson
