Road of rules
On the road – foto Smith
Noontide Midnight
Beware people with
Small heads
Big mouths
Bigger teeth
For they bugger ethics
Oil small boys
Soil
Dark questionables
Vestments drenched
In unholy liquid
Tears rise
Cry
Through my dry
Ness
It’s noontide midnight
Gossamer chalk line fault
Cherry red siren on top
Whip cream wagon waiting
For the sauce
Right lane ends ahead
Wrong lane continues
— Smith, 2005
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