The
third's just a buck buy two tires get one more
Nearly
free so what the fuck to do with only three
Tires
O thank you American capitalism you offer
Such
flimsy hope to the last behoved and truly
Sufferable
fools we who say hush keep it quiet we
Say mum's the word you didn’t hear it from us so flick
Off
and leave it alone we got places to go that we
Ain’t
never seen before so just shut up and follow us
Down
this forgotten logging trail beneath these truly
Awesome
oaks and maples must be somewhere
Nearabouts
Michigan where ice-silenced trees linger
Ecstatic
and in anguish over long winters and deep
What?
Perhaps plots and assassination assignations?
We're always kissing summer goodbye too soon
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