#59

Mutt’s on a September Eve

Brakes give out and what the fuck?!?

Thrown to reverse to avoid oncoming traffic.

Parking lot shenanigans and small city night.

Damn it to hell, I just needs go one mile!

Bar is full and I am sober, on to adventures

cut short with lack of stop.  Coax it home

not exceeding twenty five, turn at five

to save me some lugs.  Parking lot quiet,

home I am.  Ease it in slowly, emergency

brake it short. Reverse it a nudge, then

thrown gently to park.  I walk inside and flop

on the bed. Ass bared, I shimmy under cover.

Calmly resting, I go the fuck to sleep.

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