...So much for amish idiots riding the ‘’Pilgrim Highway.’’
Are you kidding?
Anyway...
The meteorological ‘’gawds’’ having had a piss
on my morning,
as the remnants of a tropical storm
blew passed over us.
My brain,
still fuzzy from fitful sleep
and a slight beer hangover...
Conditions are livable,
but not to my exact requirements.
Catch me if you can,
but,
I know that
you cannot.
You must take precautionary measures
when approaching,
should you dare.
I might turn my back
and bolt
and run like a wild mustang
through the streets
alerting the masses
to the illegalities
and obvious ill intentions taking place.
The smart members of society
will choose to defect
and then
you’ll be sorry,
won’t
you.
