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When the rubber meets the roadand you're standing on the sidelines
watching me watching
the broken line of road
you do not need to say
you do not need to look
you do not need to point
you do not need my reassurance
that you will endure
my broken fan belt,
dead battery,
or blown gasket.
When the rubber meets the road
just remember that you went to Dental school,
or the school of Cosmetology, or
you took a few General Ed. classes
before dropping out altogether,
you did not go to the school of auto mechanics
any more than I did so
don't pretend you did
don't pretend you did
don't pretend you did
even if you read a manual once that told you
how to change a flat tire.
-11/27/08
-XOXO,
3 comments:
I am not sure whether to laugh or not. I would probably hitchhike if I got a flat tire :)
Happy Thanksgiving!
Actually I did go to the "school of auto mechanics", but thats a whole nother story. Anyway...your poem reminded me of the Bible verse about removing the fat cedar fence post from your own eye, before looking down on someone else for the half a broken tooth pick in their eye.
Right on, Brian. Right on.
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