It ain't that bad
the fun that's had
watching dotted yellow lines
the memories that are triggered
seeing pink and orange skies
the comfort that is found
passing old familiar signs
and such is true wherever you are
it all kind of looks the same
at least north of the equator,
and west of monsoon rain
Or west of the Altantic
And East of Honalu
The buildings tend to be the same
Especially seeking food
golden arches up and down
every interstate
and halfway to the sky it seems
those signs that subtle aint
miles away I salivate
just like they knew I would
the bastards turned my chocolate snacks
to salt-trap tasty goods
I successfully avoided you
for over 30 years
how did you find such return
Reversing habits feared?
It turns out I am not immune
for I too have to eat
and though it be infrequently
it's not a thing descreet
it happens rather messily
and when I'm changing gears
But that the way the road behaves
and has done through the years
I think for now this blog be done
So chow, I'm outta here!
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