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Poetry—

it drives me to drink

it drives me to smoke

it urges me to trip on acid

at Grateful Dead shows

it causes me to fuck girls

in the back seats of cars

It makes me a saint

It makes me a sinner

It drives me to euphoria

& hysteria along the way

It urges a quickie

at the Marriott in Cincy

and riding without a seatbelt

It opens the highway

and pulls me to another state

It makes me reclusive

It makes me an infidel

It encourages shots of brandy

at dawn and pre-work bowls

of blonde hashish

It leads to the dribbling

of virtuous behavior

and requests Chinese dinner

and Yoruban drumming

It drives me insane

and keeps one at a distance

It dictates the path of life

and pitstops along the way

and through the corrosion

still ultimately brings

enlightenment

Poetry—

It drives me to drive. . .