The Unsupervised Stop Sign
THE UNSUPERVISED STOP SIGN
It has been at least three hours now
Driving across the flat barren waste
The road like a straight charcoal line
Heading West toward the setting sun
Out here with no traffic, nor anyone
And my mission has only just begun
Now on the seat beside me is my gun
In the distance, I view a lonely sign
On just what crazy laws is this based
Is an official somewhere taking a bow
I slow down and stop, to look in dismay
A stop sign at a junction with a dusty lane
Again, no surprise, with nothing in sight
Is there a message for me and my mission
Should this make me change my decision
If I stop now, like I was receiving a vision
Perhaps my vengeful anger needs revision
Maybe I won’t make Carson City tonight
Even reconsider what justice means again
And leave due retribution to another day
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