The Sadness of Being On Line and (Bonus Extra!) The Driver
by Carl Santoro
The Sadness of Being On Line
I'm looking
for something
on line,
but I
don't know
what.
No, c'mon
what are you
looking for?
Anything.
The Driver
He had to
get over
the short bridge
before the
light changed.
He urged his
Payless covered foot
down fast
and hard,
menacing the pedal
and the traffic.
"That burst
just felt
like a shot
of hard liquor."
I'm looking
for something
on line,
but I
don't know
what.
No, c'mon
what are you
looking for?
Anything.
The Driver
He had to
get over
the short bridge
before the
light changed.
He urged his
Payless covered foot
down fast
and hard,
menacing the pedal
and the traffic.
"That burst
just felt
like a shot
of hard liquor."
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The Sadness...
A nation of rats frantically tapping that bar in hopes the cocaine pellet will drop...
(not that I'd know...)
But of course! Love it Ian!
Well said.