David Lessard - Memorial Day Get-a-way.

Four hours to get to where I wanted to go,
slowed down by marauding cops or obstacles;
wanting something to quench my damn thirst,
like maybe two humongous popsicles.

But so what, I settled for a sip of water,
without this substance, we all would die;
popsicles are temporary, a dime a dozen,
ain't that the truth? why would I lie?

Shit, I always take too damn much food,
and never eat a fourth of what I bring;
also, too many damn unwanted clothes,
guess, it's me, my old damn thing.

Two hundred and five miles later, I'm there,
I make too many trips to the car and back;
the night is dark and black and far along,
don't care, too damn tired, I hit the sack.

It snowed the first day, but didn't stick,
at 7,300 feet, weather like that can occur;
next day was sunny and cool and quite nice,
that's the weather I can easily endure.

But I only had three days to hang around,
the third day I was heading back to home;
dodging traffic cops, race - minded cars,
to settle in awhile,