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Off Ramps
Fred took the off ramp
Just past ninety-four
And was gone before
He reached the bottom,
That’s the way to be,
Pass those suckers by
Screw the tubes and
All that sort of shit,
We spoke about it
Often before he went
I
liked his philosophy,
Hang around with old
Farts and you’ll be one,
When you don’t enjoy
The mind and beauty
Of an independent sassy
Woman you’re done,
When thoughts and writing
Don’t spark you’re mind
You’re fried man, you’re fried,
It’s never a sign of weakness
To tell a gorgeous gal you love her,
Even if you can’t have her,
Chances are her fellow’s
Already idling on the off ramp
And wouldn’t know a good piece
If he stumbled into it,
The Goddess possibility even
If not a probability
Fuels you past many an off ramp.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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