Asphalt

Asphalt, steaming screams swear words The offensive smell of pavement post downpour I think I’d like life better if it rhymed The chatter and clatter mad hatters me Sleepless and hopeless with Romans And their online roads and aqueducts They slither and snake but there is no more wild in the west Automated scarecrows with AR-15’s stand guard O’er amber waves of grain Eyes open for outlaws and injuns Cattle ranching of the future Feeding the world one cubic meter of methane at a time

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