'Roadtrip' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

Given recognition as the roadtrip king,
it was so hard to stay in one place.
Some tried to prevent these accomplishing feats,
but my ego would flare in their face.

I remember alot though I gained so much more,
I've been witness to many a thing.
If not for the drugs or a drink from the store,
most of life would still be in dreams.

The few things wilder than us were the women,
some were straight crazed to their core.
Realizing this was not a way to be livin',
I turned and ran towards the door.

Many folks may differ on the course of my life,
but it revealed to me myself in omnipotent light.