Hair whips your face
as you cruise away from life,
from *******, from internet & TV.

Thank God the windows roll down automatically
in your hotbox of a car, because
You don't have time to waste thinking
about rolling down windows -
the weather is hot and sunny,

You need to get on the move.

And besides, your music is too loud
to even manage thinking about
well, anything. Blast off.

Sun-scorched leather burns your thighs,
sweat glues you to the seat.
It's not glorious,
it's swamp ***.

But I'll take it.