Walk, talk, drive, bus -
No flying, slowly go.
Tempting snake, shiftless lackey -
Ghost town ahead, just drive.
They want to peck at me -
It is the scavenger way.
Gypsies, nomads, clowns -
Jesus on a bus, just drive.
Oh, I cannot fish -
No rod, boat or lake.
Asphalt, steel and wind -
Goddamned devil child, just drive.
Cannot see too far ahead,
Today is gone, need a pillow.
Combed hair, bottled water -
Can't wait or sleep, just drive.
Written by
Stephen Lindsay Satterfield
18th August 2002.
Created: August 2002 © Paul Kinder | Last Updated: 26/8/02 |