That will be
that
once my
tires go flat
Don’t think
I will last
when I’m all out
of gas
No juice in
my socket
no change in
my pocket
I’ll just be
a mess
without GPS
On the side
of the road
like some
flattened out toad
I hope
on that day
when they
tow me away
There’s no loved ones to grieve
as they all
watch me leave
For I know
in my heart
they’ll use
me for parts.
2 comments:
“Life’s Journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting “Holy shit, what a ride!” - Hunter S Thompson
Awesome Poem!!!
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