Asleep At The Wheel Poems - Poems about Asleep At The Wheel

The obscenely convincing, have arrived in their stealth mobiles. We are made to unmake-belief, to regurgitate Saran wrapped words. Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep of windowless thought-factories. Druids rage for the loss of their tongues. Magic dragons puff obesely and cannot now climb their spines. Combative batmen tussle with spitting cats. It all makes no-sense, and yet we know the fantasy is built on self-destructing concrete, we see...

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Nodding off is a big part of my life now I've reached that magical age Sit down to watch my most favourite show And wake up later in a rage My favourite show, damn well missed it again Haven't seen it for maybe a year For all I know they cancelled the damn thing Been one of my very worst fears My biggest...

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It’s evening rush hour on 101 Parched hills burn golden Hemmed gnarled oaks see no road Crowded between cars heading home Smell the sage with windows rolled God’s garnish perfumes my nose His acres shrinking like my heart AC on, car windows are closed Distant lovers wait while hills burn My off-ramp leads to no homecoming I close my eyes and count...

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While mating, the male often falls asleep at the wheel, still gripping the female tight, and there he may sleep for the rest of the day, and possibly into the night, but more often than none, he doesn't sleep very long. The female wakes him with a well placed bite. This behaviour occurs often between every coupled pair, during the mating season...

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Have had this beard since 1962 Without it would sure be unsightly Have a severe case of sleep apnea A face mask must fit tightly To solve it, may have to shave it off Or I'll lose my right to drive The danger is falling asleep at the wheel But my eyes are always open wide We all get lumped together it seems If...

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Drivin' me crazy, Mind gettin' hazy, Foot gettin' lazy, Goin' to see Daisy... A sight to see, Daisy and me, With her Daisy-Duke shorts, She just attracts all sorts... But my eyes won't stay open, My hardest effort at copin' Ain't gona be enough, Just ain't got the right stuff... Lids gettin' heavy, Hands now unsteady, I veer off the road, Sleepiness my load... From there I don't remember, On that day...

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