we spent every weekend night
driving
my dad's red Taurus
company
gas
credit card
looking to get lost
hoping to end up somewhere
surprising
or at least
alive
but it never happened
we always ended up
back home
disappointed by ourselves
and our options
being young and untraveled
I thought
everywhere was this mediocre
happily I report to you
I was wrong
but fuck
this town tried to swallow
us
did it's best to make us
SUV driving bankers
right wing subtly racist suburbanites
Christian
zombie
vampires
for a long time
I thought
the whole world was lying to itself
it was one hopeless fucking cage
full of deluded imbeciles
living at different addresses
comforted by the same lies
it seemed
it was either the mini-van
or the ghetto
no hope
no hope
and no surprises
it took three thousand miles
and a few drugs
to realize
traveling
ain't
a fool's paradise
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