a poem for the pines
to me everything was there
Godfrey's bridge campground
I drive by the beach
pepperoni pie for you
thank you for the tip
small poems in my head
come out onto the page now
my hand writes "goodbye"
one hundred degrees
tomorrow we start early
it will suck so bad
my groin hurts to move
skimboarding is for pussyslut
the sun burned my back
hourly rate low
off by eight seven cents
pay me by friday
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