Road Sign

I am a roadside distraction extinction encryption erection...a road sign, you watch catch fire, and decay. If you cared, you could never wake up to the clock, with the cock...pounding time, like a lover, against your gut. You're too dumb'd down, by your drug, of the day. If you think, I'm the schmuck, whose gonna pick up...the crap you left...you're wrong...you read me people? If you're waiting for a savior...get up off the couch...and be one. Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico

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