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Green yellow red Are the color of my pills Pass go I collect them all The road rages in my head There's a special place In my heart for guns: Left ventricle Where the bullet lodged I had a hard time Seeing other people's Point of view So I started collecting opinions Now I can't make up my mind I like to go places It's people I avoid I travel mostly abroad But can't recall her name Half the time A good driving record Is worth zilch these days But group *** might Lower my premiums Dogs are man's best friend Yet they lick themselves Men are better drivers than women Yet they trick themselves Too much time spent in cars And not enough In the one they love There's an old saying I can't remember And it goes something Like this: Wipe the dust from your feet Before you come inside It keeps the house in order Especially should it get Sold out from under you Most of us are but one paycheck Away from being homeless Man is the most dangerous animal Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle I used to work on Wall Street Most days now I just pray Don't worry Everything equals out in the end Except life I'm always so sure What lies beyond the next bend Will finally be to my advantage How could it be though When my creditors Own the road?
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
Too Much Time Spent in Cars
Green yellow red Are the color of my pills Pass go I collect them all The road rages in my head There's a special place In my heart for guns: Left ventricle Where the bullet lodged I had a hard time Seeing other people's Point of view So I started collecting opinions Now I can't make up my mind I like to go places It's people I avoid I travel mostly abroad But can't recall her name Half the time A good driving record Is worth zilch these days But group *** might Lower my premiums Dogs are man's best friend Yet they lick themselves Men are better drivers than women Yet they trick themselves Too much time spent in cars And not enough In the one they love There's an old saying I can't remember And it goes something Like this: Wipe the dust from your feet Before you come inside It keeps the house in order Especially should it get Sold out from under you Most of us are but one paycheck Away from being homeless Man is the most dangerous animal Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle I used to work on Wall Street Most days now I just pray Don't worry Everything equals out in the end Except life I'm always so sure What lies beyond the next bend Will finally be to my advantage How could it be though When my creditors Own the road?
Inspired by the poem "Sven" from fellow HP writer Caro.
#life#road#love#viewpoint#satire#humor#funny#sarcasm#cars#money
Carlo-C-Gomez
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Carlo-C-Gomez
56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
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