Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Luck in Rust

Broken truck, down on it’s luck, lying in rust.
Sit there long enough and you’ll get stuck in a rut.
No ifs ands or buts, do you want to end up like this fucked up truck?

Don’t think much, go do.
Sit with no action - this truck is a clue of what may become of you.

Windshield smashed, a hole in the glass.
Your cup not runneth over, it’s leaking like a bloated ass with gas.
This truck’s not moving even if it had gas, what’s your excuse?  Pass the gas!

This rhyme is a bit harsher and too the point.  
I don’t want you to end up like a musky joint.


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