Sad are my Days with Stones
One day youjust show up
Then you standaround and
Watch,bringing colored pencils
And a clipboard. I never actually
Put my life onthe line
But I wasdriving and fast
And I guttedmy clutch
Going 120around the turns
Of downtownLos Angeles
At 2am in themorning and that
Was on the wayout, the time
When I learnedhow to drive
a stick, you pushforth fast and change.
it’simpossible to ease into
how to shiftunless you are pressing
on fast andneed to un jamb
yourself froman immediate
problem. Theproblem kind
of lies inthat you turn around
and burn tiresand do donuts
and makestreaks in the parking
lot in SouthCentral to get out
of control.You get off the freeway
when they are followingyou
and ditch out intoa gas station
with a minimart and fill up
station. Then,you wait
in your silverTransAm, hiding
and doingnothing until the
moment passesyou by and the
ecosystem issafe again.
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Água mole em pedra dura tanto dá até que fura
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