POEM: Moving from Below

I have been in the depths
I know the days I've wept
my heart in chains
my mind restrained
I know not where I came from
I know I do not suck my thumb
cause that's just not my style
I'm too busy hitting the bull's eye
or removing a big stye
but what's your story
are you just looking for glory
or have you forgotten the victory
and just focusing on the battle
well hold on to your saddle
and get ready to paddle
cause it's no time to fumble
can't stop to stumble
or let the tummy rumble
just be humble
and rise above the rubble
pop the nasty bubble
and stay out of trouble

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