You're about to hit a dog
things are looking up
no one whose anyone hopes
for this kind of woe, news and shock
eyes on the prize.
He's matted in black-night crosshatch
emphatically battering radio noise
one, two many beers
You're, okay,
about to hit a dog
& your children will never forgive
the cooling slice of rubber painted on the road.
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