road trip

hours of open space
a van full of angst headin east
we spot three cops
with the accelerator squeazed gently like the way you strangle a lover
i go five over the limit
look at us
arent we all rebels
the road is often changing
from the grand four lane luxury
to the shitty poorly paved back road
people never change however
when one passes
encased in steel
you can practically see the boisterous glow
honking.
yelling.
giving the finger.
fuckem.whatdotheyknowanyways.

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