RATS!
The sun blazed a trail across the desert
Like Dollar General’s in tiny town America
It was ugly, humid, and the forecast
Called for more of the same.
The heat is intolerable to most things,
Unless you have thick skin, a cold heart,
Or a tail to die for.
I obviously have none of the above.
No.
You just won’t make it here.
I don’t like it here either, but
This is exactly where I found myself
On the evening of June 23, 2023,
Right outside of Mesa, Arizona
Broke down
Flat tire
Drunk
Trying to figure out my next move,
When, wouldn’t you know it?
She pulled up,
Shades drawn down, hair pulled back,
Little bopper convertible top dropped
And Van Halen blasting,
Roth, not Hagar.
It was like I was a dead man and
She was the only vulture for miles around.
She stopped.
I got in.
We left my Jeep to swelter and die
In a desert hell, while she
Drove me to wherever she was going-
It was much cooler there,
Do to her heart,
It seemed to be a gated community
That cost a fortune to even get a key.
Guess what?
I didn’t.
I was broke and
Just another joke at her disposal,
On a good note, though,
She was insane.
That is what I liked about her.
RATS!
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