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Out of Gas

I had decided to go through with it and this time it was serious not just another melodramatic episode brought on by events that were beyond my control this was the real thing a calm calculated decision I had taken care of outstanding debts paid up bills, ran errands mowed the lawn and fixed a leaking tap words are subject to interpretation and could never adequately express what I really wanted to say so I didn't leave a note I locked myself in the garage stuck a length of hose up the exhaust got in and closed the door I sat there chocking on fumes when suddenly the car conked out looking at the instrumentation panel I couldn't believe my eyes out of all the stupid mistakes I'd made this was surely the best sitting there like a complete idiot holding onto the steering wheel would you believe I'd ran out of gas * penned by Scarecrow Joe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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