Garbatiated Gas Tank Poem by David Thomas
Garbatiated Gas Tank
filling up filling up filling up,
as the time goes forward
the tank keeps filling.
when you're on E you've gotta get going,
can't fill up just ANYwhere
it's gotta be somewhere.
somewhere clean somewhere you can trust
somewhere where
the people aren't out to eat your guts,
fillin up again
that's the life.
stomach's like mine are once on a dime.
gotta go fill up,
sorry it's that time.
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