Mexican Air Conditioner

I learned to ride, the draft of truckers...to git, where I got to go. I learned that a man, in need , can stand forever, beside the road...if he don't look like a hooker...I learned, you give a man a second chance...he'll poke you in the other eye, then ram it up your ass...so the fact, I'm nice...is just...some personality flaw, I guess. Don't get me wrong...I'm still, the loving one inside, unchanging...knowing, words are very cheaply said, where love has just, become...a blow job, on a hot ride..


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: Stephanie Mcniel, The Hitchhiker