In the middle of a desert is a booming city
With big bright lights
Stands a man with a key to a corvette
With a black leather coat
And his pack of cigarettes
He stands calm and chill
Ready for anything
He gets on his metallic horse
And rides like the wind
With the stench of burning rubber
10
20
30
50
70
90
110
The man speeds through the night
With the squeal of the tires
On the fresh paved road
On the quiet sandy desert
Outside of the city
Where he rides alone
He is
The Lone Ranger
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
In the middle of a desert is a booming city
With big bright lights
Stands a man with a key to a corvette
With a black leather coat
And his pack of cigarettes
He stands calm and chill
Ready for anything
He gets on his metallic horse
And rides like the wind
With the stench of burning rubber
10
20
30
50
70
90
110
The man speeds through the night
With the squeal of the tires
On the fresh paved road
On the quiet sandy desert
Outside of the city
Where he rides alone
He is
The Lone Ranger
Just a fun little poem to pass the time c:
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