What’s this all a butte?
Shadows cast by rolling hills
captivate the eye.
Attention focused on
moving ahead after tying up loose ends,
like how a noose ends your life.
Sometimes all you need is a little juice
to make you feel loose in the caboose.
Fear not,
for the wolf is with us.
The Highway Patrol has no authority
in this atmosphere.
Like frogs chirping, blurping,
and hopping from lily pad to lily pad,
it’s all rather silly, really, but who cares?
I had a dream I met a woman in my underwear.
I’ve never met her before, I swear,
but I think I’ve seen her in my nightmares.
It’s scary: it plucks the hairs from the pit of my cherry,
so hit me with your best shot.
Uh oh, here it comes, blocked!
31 and dangerous.
No shoulder.
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