Poetry Absurdity: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
Sittin’ in my car, ridin’ down the street,
Volume turned up, accelerator depressin’,
Get out of my damn way, or you’ll be splattin’.
I’m goin’ somewhere, don’t know where I’m goin’,
Window rolled down, breeze playin’.
Speedin’ down the road, headlights glowin’,
Destination nowhere, engine blowin’.
Don’t care if I’m smackin’ a brick wall,
Someone start towin’,
I’m just cruisin’ for a bruisin’.
I’d say you’re more like cruisin’ to be fusin’ with that there brick wall. Look out!
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Ha, very funny! Time to call a tow truck.
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When you’ve got places to go, gotta keep rolling! Fun poem.
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Gotta keep rollin’!
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Indeed you are or would be. Marvellous poem with the message…we must ‘care’ , unless I read it wrong of course.
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Ha, well…I suppose the poem is whatever you want it to be.
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