an essential brain component.
I simply could not care less
for the golf tournament taking place
next weekend.
While I do not pray at night
for Tiger's jet to crash,
I wouldn't necessarily
lose my breakfast over it
either.
The traffic that ensues
is unimaginably gruesome.
You're always stopped.
There is always some potbelly in uniform
directed slightly more successful potbellies
into a gravel lot
where I once pretended to be interested
in fireworks.
You just want to get out
of your Camry, walk up to the car
in front of you and say something
about practices in futility.
That, or you just want to get out,
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