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.
Hitchhiker 