Four hours to get to where I wanted to go, <br />slowed down by marauding cops or obstacles; <br />wanting something to quench my damn thirst, <br />like maybe two humongous popsicles. <br /> <br />But so what, I settled for a sip of water, <br />without this substance, we all would die; <br />popsicles are temporary, a dime a dozen, <br />ain't that the truth? why would I lie? <br /> <br />Shit, I always take too damn much food, <br />and never eat a fourth of what I bring; <br />also, too many damn unwanted clothes, <br />guess, it's me, my old damn thing. <br /> <br />Two hundred and five miles later, I'm there, <br />I make too many trips to the car and back; <br />the night is dark and black and far along, <br />don't care, too damn tired, I hit the sack. <br /> <br />It snowed the first day, but didn't stick, <br />at 7,300 feet, weather like that can occur; <br />next day was sunny and cool and quite nice, <br />that's the weather I can easily endure. <br /> <br />But I only had three days to hang around, <br />the third day I was heading back to home; <br />dodging traffic cops, race - minded cars, <br />to settle in awhile,
