Wake me up
A swerving car
screeches down the highway
Over these continental United States
Lonely hitchhikers stare stranded at bars
Festering outside strange, decrepit motels
Hotels pass by like growing tomatoes in the harsh sunlight
Buy one, get one free options
401k bank credit rating scores
Bank credit rating scores
Onto the highway
Sores all over the hills
What once were trees are now just
Chunks of an old age
Chipped up, scratched up, Chopped up,
Everything but grown at the same rate
Farms? What are farms?
The boiling highway road gives way at the rate
that damn car is going
I’ve never been good with cars
Ford? Pontiac? Lamborghini? Volvo?
Just know, that car is ripping up the road
Concrete cannot stand it
America cannot stand it
What are you, anyway?
A nation for liberty and justice and the pursuit of the American Whatever Whatyoucallit
Or is it just a nation of car salesmen screaming “Bon Voyage!” out at distant cars
peeling down and all over a nation of highways?
All I know is this:
I still don’t know what makes car models so special
And that’s why the American Daydream is just a hallucination from
too many people taking
too many catnaps
How do I waste so much money?
I wasn’t born rich?
Do I not have self-control?
Hmm, will ruminate on this while I’m on eBay and Amazon and Better World Books
and Books and Books.
Yeah, I guess that’ll help.
What to compare thee? To a summer’s day?
Nay, nay, nay to this old English: I can’t do it, okay?
Okay. Okay. A funny word, that one: Okay.
What does it mean? Who came up with it? One word for all feelings?
Did they find it out in a week? A month? A year? A millennium? A day?
All I know is that I’m as Lost as the TV show Lost: I’m stuck here with all other human beings.
A twat is a twit is a twot is a twit is a twot is a twat is a so and so and a twaughthammer, as well
And all of this is useless and droll, and I guess dull: what rhymes with dull? Who came up with it, in the first place?
I’m so happy and charming and kind as can be and yes I know I’m trying too hard and no, I won’t ring your bell
Or knock on your door and sweep you off your feet, no thanks and goodbye. I don’t need it. I just want space.
Space from everyone
Space from everything
Space from anyone
Space from anything
So, here’s to you people, who never let me down:
Here’s to all of you, and to many more, from your humble clown.