It's like going to the dentist or sitting in a waiting room waiting
to discuss blood tests with your doctor,
Longing to hear about the health of your car,
Only the only dent is in your checkbook.
I don't want another vehicle, I don't mind
walking, only it's raining today.
It's like receiving a Dear John letter,
wondering how much is true and how much an
air sensor really costs and how long it takes to
install one.
It's not my heart or my blood sugar,
maybe it all comes out even some day.
A neighbor once gave me a large grocery bag
of Chanterelle mushrooms he'd gathered in the woods.
$28.00 a pound; does that help balance the books?
Lots of ways to weigh it up,
even more when you appreciate trading smiles
nobody gets hurt, nobody dislocates
their attitude
This car dealership is a plantation,
social justice can't be deducted from anything
worthwhile.
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