Tool
• Written by RapConcept
I fall back to grab it.
It's all I have, my habit.
My tool, my ratchet to fix all my ills.
A gadget that wits all my deals.
A jacket that fits all my hills.
A gasket that splits all my seals.
Lifted with thrills.
Gifted with skills.
Shifted like the wind when it chills.
A bin when it tips, lands on its lid and it's still.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015