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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’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 Comments on Poetry Absurdity: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

  1. I’d say you’re more like cruisin’ to be fusin’ with that there brick wall. Look out!

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  2. When you’ve got places to go, gotta keep rolling! Fun poem.

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  3. 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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