The Next Lucky Strike
by Michael Romani

I'd offer you my soul
But, it's already sold
Living on the edge
In my search for gold

This ring of fire
Burns so bright
Greed and desire
Tugs at me at night

Maybe it's just biology
Pouring through my veins
A rock steady geology
Pouring down the drain

I'm living for that next lucky strike
It's become my everything
Living for my next lucky strike
Lashed to it through its sting

(c) August 28, 2017  Michael Romani
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