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Gas Hog
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2026 Out of sorts
out of time
out of excuses
inconveniently misaligned
I'm searching for new descriptors
beyond predictable coil.
Primed and prepared
feet planted on fertile soil
and able limbs pointed sunward.
Whistling at felines to climb up
and offer catnip
for loyalty, sin, and skin -
a bite with a bark
thick as tin foil.
The pining remains
even under still waters
for everybody
and nobody else ever again
To pay this price
to warrant a mind and body
requires an exchange of energy
and an engine capable of inhaling rocket fuel
and shitting excellence.
But the gas hog's sputtering on idle
and doesn't run for very long on promises
My proclivity to give a dollar to lure a dime
has aged like a decrepit sponge
That once-fruited plain is now porous, airy
dry as a Sauvignon
or many other white wines
meant for pairing
