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We are just like Those cars that follow Roads of long asphalt tongues Wet from greasy rain We are the 9 to 5 Or the 6 to 7 or 8 The never ending sloth of the mundane Our heads shoved into pathetic cars. Following the same stench Rising from the same throat As labor regurgitates And we crawl We are released back into the holes We rose from.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
Fwy 5
We are just like Those cars that follow Roads of long asphalt tongues Wet from greasy rain We are the 9 to 5 Or the 6 to 7 or 8 The never ending sloth of the mundane Our heads shoved into pathetic cars. Following the same stench Rising from the same throat As labor regurgitates And we crawl We are released back into the holes We rose from.
I hate traffic.
cecilia-salas
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
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