photo from Pexels by artist Markus Spiske
a poem by Joshua Brown
We call them
"cars"
As if the asphalt
Mined from earth
Is somehow at fault.
Four wheels spin
As if the train
jolts
But the train stops
And the
"car" bolts
We call them
"cars"
But the tires live
on
Eating shooting
ranges
Impervious to the
sun
Oh nice, a
playground
Glad to see so much
Free market action
Give zero fucks.
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