In America we love to drive highway wide gas be damned as we slam pedal to metal. We speed smile sweet when they ask
License?
Registration?
We dream
of Autobahn, pay blood for oil, trade illusion on flat land angels swinging from a chopper. Hog the road
to stay alive
in America we love to drive
This poem was inspired by the Daily Post Drive
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