by Daniel Harmon
You’ve got
Too many cars
In the parking lot
So you stick a needle
A mile deep
Into Mother Nature’s vein
And open up a slot
To feed all the cars
With gasoline
And while the cash is counted
Everything gets mean
Accidents happen
And so does shit
You could have had a plan
But expenses wouldn’t cover it
So you go for the fountain of oil
And rupture Mother Nature’s teat
While the bleeding
Won’t stop
Because you bit too deep.
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