Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 12: Magnetic Rock
The old sign promised
A magnetic rock
And now I believe.
I drove away sprightly
But then, pulled back
It tugged at the metal
Which surrounded me; bound.
I pumped the gas hard
And cried out alone
But couldn't stop the slide
Back, oh, to those familiars
Magnetic rock.
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this sounds like something I might hear on the country station late at night.
Which is actually a compliment
Which is actually a compliment
There needs to be something in there about beer, though, Osler. Such as:
It grabbed 'way ma beer!
Dang magnetic rock!
I drove ma truck fast
Pushin' down on the throttle
And now all ma beers
Ah get 'em in a bottle.
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It grabbed 'way ma beer!
Dang magnetic rock!
I drove ma truck fast
Pushin' down on the throttle
And now all ma beers
Ah get 'em in a bottle.
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