i open the trunk
take out a gas can
tore away my shirt
throw it in the ditch
i notice a bud light
poking from a cartoon
i tore one out and gulf
i reach my wallet
i only have couple of bucks
i have a card but could be tops
if it is i am in deep kimchi
i threw the empty bottle
into the trunk full of junk
and started to walk away
i pop my thumb to passing cars
but won't pick-up a shirtless man
much less with dirty work boots
and a buckle as big as your face
until pick-up truck filled with beach-girls
they gave me a ride, all i heard are giggles
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