Forked
Turnpiking to utopia
until a misleading exit sign
misleads...
Orange cones lead to SunPass unknown
and no other choice but keep travelin'
Fifty cents now in debt
Had it on me but none there for takin'
It.
Well, long story short, now it's me that's the it's what's been
taken.
SunPass can ground me (they think)
I'll be forked, tho, if I'll
give into the wile
of greed disguised as
heh...
Government.
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Please wish me well if you're moved to, soupers... is a trying time. Thanks.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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