There is no more American god;
Just two candy bars
Huddled in one wrapper for warmth.
There is no more American god;
Just the whisper-slide
Of gas-in-tank.
There is no more American god; just
All eyes on the warning light,
All lies in the light,
And the crying whine of a dying Chevy.
3 comments:
This is super epicc.
I love this!
Which Joshua is that? Thanks, Rachel.
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