A poem about driving late at night.


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Driving down the highway,
thru the lonely dark.
Wishing for a likely place,
where I can quickly park.
And finally fix this little thing,
that’s got me in a bind.
Because my eyes are floating,
I think I’m going blind.
But down this lonely highway,
don’t care what speeding is.
I’ve got to find a place to stop
and take  a nice long whiz!

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  • Juhls on Apr 15, 2009

    Hehe, it sounds so serious and contemplative at first (or at least I feel like you are so overwhelmed with fatigue) so the ending was a funny little surprise. Great b & w photos.

  • Dee Gold on Apr 15, 2009

    I don\’t drive but I think it’s tiring

  • Kate Smedley on Apr 15, 2009

    Cool poem Phill, like the ending!

  • Jeffrey B. Merrow on Apr 15, 2009

    Phil your a legend bs poem is fantastic and is funny all at once great job my friend.

  • icanfixthat on Apr 15, 2009

    hey i did not mean that to say bs it was the read like this

    Phil your a legend poem is fantastic and is funny all at once great job my friend. sorry about that spelling thing

  • Jo Oliver on Apr 15, 2009

    ha ha love the ending

  • Duff D Moss on Apr 16, 2009

    That\’s what the empty coke bottle is for dude :-)

  • Ruby Hawk on Apr 16, 2009

    LOL that’s a good one.

  • Dante Monaldo on Apr 20, 2009

    Great poem. I love the ending!

  • Elizabeth Abbott on Apr 21, 2009

    I like this poem. Sensitive. Liz

  • Bo Russo on Apr 21, 2009

    I was pretty sure that was going to finish it of with a little twist,I was right.

  • vim3 on Apr 22, 2009

    That is really the funniest poem I’ve read in recent times. Lols! Good one!!

  • clay hurtubise on May 15, 2009

    lol, good one!

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