Silver lined umbrella #poem

Chose to walk streets in search of hope
Bumped around, ran out of smokes
Traced my pavement steps as if on rope
Loosely tied round last night’s jokes.


Slept with new beats instead of blokes
Shook my head, that’s me folks
Back to the cold and newfound dope
Paint this umbrella with silver strokes.

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