Got the shit kicked out of him you know
that truck stop between his desperation
and sense of entitlement
They twisted his arm till it shattered
and you heard the wild dogs whimper in
pity,
hell, at least they were free.
now with the sun coming back
sobering up to a false sense of responsibility
he nursed the wound
and filled the empty
to drive off
alone
towards another reason for existence
or lack there of.
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