Saturday, September 10, 2011

A poem ... Marlboro Man

Marlboro Man

A little man, a pathetic life

All alone with his fattened wife

Just a speed bump in the road of pain
A constant throbbing cerebral vein

Adventure whispers to his soul
To die with honor is his goal

With trembling knees and shaking hands
He starts his travel to distant lands

Racing, finally fully alive
He dies in a crash on the 405

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