was gone for a while, sorry i could not read everyone's comments or give people thanks for favorites and adds. anyways, heres a poem i stayed up till 5:30 writing
We're driving down the interstate, it's 3 a.m.
We've go a secret in the trunk, only you can know
Said the secret to the driver:
"Trade off your friends, buy a new watch, and go to a show"
Masters of deception, we're prophets of notorious misdirection
We've been here since before Babylon's construction
The tires drone on as we near our destination
We steal Cadillacs and Preach Sermons with fertilizer tongues, and govern counties with fists full of nails and ball bearings
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