Friday, April 16, 2010

Fresh Poetry!

Finally wrote this last night, after thinking about writing it for a few weeks. As Dad and I were leaving Madison after dropping off Bailey on Easter Monday, this actually happened.

When My Dad Doesn’t Agree with the Garmin and Dave Matthews is on the Radio.

Take next right on Brooks Street
Take these chances
Turn right
Place them in a box until a
Lights down, you up and die

Take next right on Howard Street
Driving in on this highway
All these cars
Turn right

People in every direction
No words exchanged

When all the little ants are marching
Take the next exit to Washington Street
we all do it the same
we all do it the same way

Take exit
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not
Cut, cut, cut, cut

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