Highway Cucumbers
Life ain't a through-way
Or heavenly foreplay.
It's an unscripted one-way
That has to end someday.
You don't captain the ship
You fall and you slip
Insignificant drip
On a Mobius Strip
These ain't cute numbers
Highway cucumbers.
All that you've seen
And all you have dreamed
Gets sandwiched between
Your liver and spleen.
All that you've heard
And all you have learned
Is food for the worm
When you crash and burn.
These ain't cute numbers
Highway cucumbers.
G. Laidlaw
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