Only God Can Judge Me
The sun was blood red
and going down,
over the little South Dakota town.
Love can't be found,
because their is no one around.
Now, I'm lost,
on the Road Not Taken
as written by Robert Frost,
and I stay alone and forsaken.
Nobody loves me-.
I was never good at breathing in-,
and never good at smoking bongs,
maybe that's why I never cared
for the Grateful Dead's songs.
Only God can judge me
not any girl or bright blue sea.
Only he.
Dedicated To Robert Frost.
R.I.P.
1874-1963
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