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Road Trip Fuel

Poetry By: Snowy Tobrok

The inevitable self medication on those long car trips. But they had a special on, it would be stupid to pass it up!

Submitted:Aug 12, 2013    Reads: 18    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Thank god for Red Bull, the car drink of kings.

The moment I taste you, the highway sings.

Wait, isn't this for dare devils attempting impossible tricks?

Yet all I get is the shakes, paranonia and zits.

Fuck you Red Bull, your poison has scarred me deep.

All I see now is dancing shadows that scream DON"T SLEEP!

I'm coming down now Red Bull. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry...

There's a 2 for 1 deal at the next station, let's give it one more try.


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