Phillip Erb

Rookie - 0 Points (August 15,1982 / Louisville, Ky.)

Return To Sender - Poem by Phillip Erb

Continued my education for a while
On the road of fools; hell, it was easy,
There was nothing better to do
Mayhap, I made a wrong turn at the 21st century,
I was fighting fires with a bucket of water
On my left hand and a bucket of ethanol on the right,
The smoke burned my eyes and made me dizzy,
But that never mattered, it kept me busy.
This machine and I don’t trust each other,
Keeps changing the numbers I enter
When I turn my back, it shouldn’t be this hard to fix
Either one of us
I misplayed my youth running circles,
I could burn through the sole of a new pair shoes
In a month or two, and I paid extra for the cool name to boot.
I left something inside a spent pack of cigarettes
Didn’t think twice before I launched it from my window
Don’t remember why I was supposed to keep it
Hell, I don’t know what it was but behind on the roadside
Between marker 82 and 99 is part of me I’ll never get back
Long as we speaking openly and honestly
I tell you true I learned to become the finest liar.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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