You are right I cracked the road
an overgrown horse right overloaded
Crack is spreading up toward the town yonder
Where the world points and cheers that is where I must wonder
Wearily the road hard and abrasive bet
not a blade of grass or drop of wet
And on move I continuing toward the chaos
entering it with momentum like a tycoon through strippers
Across the town like a monsoon drifting
straight into their taverns and up against their shopfront windows
gasping for a breath of fresh culture
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