NITTY
You're not smart, you're not broken, you're not
able : you just are, that's all. Categories do not
here fit the car shed; where the wheels are off,
the exhaust is gone and the windshield has a
huge crack in it that reads back 'hate'. You say
it once said 'Faith' instead, but now I'm not
so sure. Have cracks been known to change
their stripes? Well, no, I should not think.
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You're sitting on your porch, next to the
refrigerator, and you're holding yet another
beer. That car over in the weeds is still
on cinder blocks, and we both know
it will never move. Where'd that ratty
red couch come from. You're sitting
on one end, but it's the other end
that's sagging. How's that go?
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You're sure to be the first one running
down the dirt lane when the mailman
comes. Like airplanes on a runway,
those checks just keep coming in.
The good life is the good life, no
matter how you slice it. Another
tomato fight? No, not me.
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