and you're hitting new lows
coast isn't fast enough
since they called your bluff
the gears are stripped
and the clutch is burned
the brake doesn't work
and there's no more perks
the signs aren't English
the lights just flash
the arrows aren't clear
as to how you get here
no satellite for GPS
thought you knew the way
so you didn't take a map
not enough gas for one more lap
running out of options
once the tables turned
doesn't matter now
the why's or how's
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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