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you got it

Posted to Action Poetry

while bristles of fashion
get caught in yer teeth
ya spit em out as they pull you down with em
and ya roll right over your high voltage tongue
and scream white bloody hollers that splat in yer face
no space to turn
ya got a swampful of answers and nowhere to put em
a trapdoor that juss won't close
slidin down the wrong way of a 4-wheel drive
while the radio blasts in yer ass