I’m traveling the Leeway,
to a State of Independence
I’ve got all my shots;
Immunity’s susceptive!

The road of unbending
Now, in a distance, unchecked
There’s an air in my tire,
"To peel out or wreck?"

In piecemeal, I head,
away from all arms,
where Society’s stalled out
on their over mown lawns

I’ll ride into the greenwood
and cut through the curbs
Through the openness of mind,
I’ll spark up acerb!

I’ve white lined the trip
The stick, shifts to explore
that track we call wilderness,
far away from what’s floored

I’m driving, Munificence,
over stipulatory obstructions
No license, In Pais,
Running off road; Construction

I won’t impede clause ways
I’ll forge my maneuvers
You turned my wheal’s...
No broad-siding this oeuvre!

There’s a sign up the way,
selling their premium petroleum
But, I’ll pass on my rights, buying the irregular,
American Freedom

Any hitchhikers?

Copyright July 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten