Big Rig Driver

Big Rig Driver

A Poem by Jon R.T.
"

Just bullshit

"
Big Rig Driver

I was living
Preform
With functions
Measuring conductive exponents
Accounted
@ act
Fault or pass
All
Indicative prior
To someone asking
Me
A simple
Question that profoundly
Struck
Me when
I noticed I
Was
Trying to
Comfortably shove My
Limbs
Back into
A natural state
With
A death
Grip on the
Seat
I shrank
Into the smallest
Escape
Then shot
Right up a
Giant
To big
Physical I found
I
No longer fit
In my
Head space like
Now
All the
Tiny world below
Me
Was little
Lines you wait
In
Too IDK
Maybe like stand
In’s
Or whatever
The equivalent of
Chicken
Shacks is to
Them
But right
Now right now
I’m
A f**k-N
Monster crushing through
Our
Gods constructive
Sanguinary stomping on
All
You goddamn
Other screaming ants
Started
Out as
A broke a*s
Gang
All stars
Dry banging water
Just
Know that
Trusty rusty is
A
Silver tongued
Ole dirty snake
Now
See here
Saying swirly sounds
Like
You on
Some lame s**t
B***h
When I
Say it it’s
i’m
Sipping mud
You wash the
Clear
In with
The H�" wauh
You
All ready
Known you surrounded
By
Low break
Scoundrel liars they
Fakes
Go on
Speak my name
Out
The side
Of yo mouth
You
Should’ve come
To me first
I’ll
Tell you
I’m all tore
Up
Sawdust’s in
My blood swag
Sandbagging
Snarf cat
The most Saddest
Illness
Is having
All this love

© 2025 Jon R.T.


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Jon R.T.
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