I witnessed first hand
how santa claus hijacked
a short bus half-filled with
excited yet misinformed misfits
you could see him barreling
down route 13
allegedly screaming out a list of names
bouncing on the driver’s seat
failing to get the little blue bird
off the ground
december two thousand sixteen
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it doesn’t matter what you think
just like it matters not which way I turn
just as long as the confluence of influence
doesn’t intersect anywhere near
this dusty highway bridge
this way leads to my island
shared by a selective group of misfits
who understand on a higher level
what it’s like to thrive off the beaten path
and stay happily and simply hidden
march two thousand fourteen
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