it’s a freight train lawnmower
waking me today
no drug nor dropp of alcohol running
my freight train lawnmower
with it’s 747 caboose
driving my body
running my brain
I pop advil,
b-12
so somewhat it goes away.
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A nice image of a hangover. It reminds me of the Bruce Springsteen song 'I'm on fire': At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet/and a freight train running through the middle of my head'