godspeed to anarchy
they sat around the fire pit
on a saturday
downing amber ale
and getting high on sticky weed
midsummer stories ensued
as evening turned into night
and off in the distance
a freight train chugged along the river
slightly shaking the ground
and slowly picking up speed
past the corn sweetener plant
bottles were raised
and toasts were made
to hobos and train hopping
followed by wild ass guesses
as to the whereabouts
of their long lost buddy
who so many years ago
chose the obscure lifestyle
of a punk rock anarchist
july two thousand thirteen
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He’s a hedge fund manager now.
haha – no doubt about it 😀
my new fave!
aww – thanks so much shayrul – so nice seeing you visiting her ;`)