Disturbed
ripped my head
clean off my shoulders !
and yet here I am
observing the remains
of a head on collision
there is blood everywhere
and I havent passed out
my Kawasaki will never
ride with me again
hey, but I'm not in pain
and my head came clean off !
Where am I ?
(C)2017 Lenny Gazbowski
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