Overheated
Stalled by the side of his road
I thought I had enough fuel
To complete the ride
Get as far away from his high octane words
Drag race myself from the delirium
Engine racing
Pedal pumped
Gears grinding
An obnoxious halt
Battery dead
Billowing smoke
Fumes choking my sighs
I care not
Happily stranded in scorching temperatures
I won't even dial up assistance
Wave off any passengers
Spend long lazy hours
Sidelined
Stalled by the side of his road
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