![]() Big Rig DriverA 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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Added on February 28, 2025 Last Updated on March 21, 2025 Author![]() Jon R.T.ALAbout47 year old amateur poet stranded on the planet surface taking poison. In a small Alabama town where no one cares to hear me lumber from the heart or rant the madness. Another son of the god fearing p.. more..Writing
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