Dimed/ Desolation : Two pieces of poetry
Why, Daddy, why must you speed?
A slow drive is all I need.
After all, it don't cost a dime. But of course, I'm not worth your time.
"Don't bother me now,"
prompted me to make a vow:
once I'm grown and on my own,
I'm never returning to this desolated zone.
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