My best friend Katy, an Okie
taught me useful life skills
as we walked along
train tracks covered in rocks
behind the Wrigley's factory
In every vent there were clumps
of fresh made spearmint gum
deposited fresh daily
and free, ours for the taking
And as we made our way
down Mission Street
loud, with dust and gravel
wafting up as big trucks drove
by and a row of ****** bars beckoned
to unknown lost souls
We'd arrive at 7-11 for
a slurpee
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 9:08 PM UTC
My best friend Katy, an Okie
taught me useful life skills
as we walked along
train tracks covered in rocks
behind the Wrigley's factory
In every vent there were clumps
of fresh made spearmint gum
deposited fresh daily
and free, ours for the taking
And as we made our way
down Mission Street
loud, with dust and gravel
wafting up as big trucks drove
by and a row of ****** bars beckoned
to unknown lost souls
We'd arrive at 7-11 for
a slurpee
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