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Sometimes you wonder Sometimes when they ask you Sometimes when they say Sometimes you just want Across the street a kid is on his scooter He is using the neighbor's driveway To pull a keen powerslide Sometimes you think Sometimes you hope Sometimes you powerslide And then it drops, if you want to learn To powerslide, I would recommend That you find a brand-new road This kind of concrete here is fine But don't be going too slow You want to go a nice Medium speed Sometimes

You know it is deadly, Composed of gasoline Burned and unburned; Passed through a Catalyst Unconverted. (You know it is.) You know that when you breath It burns the back of your throat, Like an unfiltered Cigarette. You know all this, But still it is beautiful As it splays headlights Into beams of unholy light; As it twists around street lamps Landing gently on the cold Blacktop, Smoothing the world with a Cold, unclean hand.