Sunday, August 23, 2015

third reflection on driving

Yet another in the series.

If we start out by heading north
(I hate to drive, I hate to drive)
Invective always gushes forth.
(I hate to drive, I hate to drive.)
Then later, when we're heading south,
The self-same words do fill my mouth
Until at home we do arrive.
I hate to drive, I hate to drive.

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