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the breakdown of mr. smith
thesocialfreak
19 May 2004
i bet he drives a chevy
sleeps in on sunday
but he's no godless sinner
he's just tired
of work and play
on monday he goes to work
to a thankless job
on tuesday he goes to the slaughter house
to a thankless task
on wednesday he wakes up alone
she's gone.
so he pulls out the car
drives down the road
the clutch it stiff
the stearing is testy
pushing her past the breaking point
she's in the red
and the gears scream
as sweat breaks out on his face
the morning is silent
and the sun isnt up
but the tires cry out as he hits the breaks
he slides and jerks along
and soon
the only sound is his own tortured breath
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