sirreal

hither and yon?
now, here, this
time heals nothing
the mind is mindless
love is empty
joy is lonely
and then one day,
hope was walking alone
along some angry freeway
and a bus rode bye, honked and
bitched and moaned that it had to slow
the fuck down
just to take a burly right turn, into the
hefty pedal convenient store
acorn shuckin truck stop cum station
of choice
and thank good gawd
and googly moogly
they took PayPala, cuz, otherwise
We just won't go there
pay and pump and be on our way
never mind the price
that's the motto

for our fuel,
for our love,
for our history
for our mystery and pain
no pleasure no treasure,
you can take yer pain and uh
shove it strait uap yer againa
not you butt, all those
who love their assholes
more than they love
their hearts