True Story
On The Road
we're in the van
the road is long
undoubtedly
we're going somewhere
a tyre pops
the van, it stops
right here
along
the verdant roadside
there is no spare
nor hope
of one
since, yeah
today it is a Sunday
we might as well
then have
a cuppa
seeing
we're just sitting here
we get some sticks
a match
and paper
and now
there's fire in the stove
the water boils
the teapot
brews
the mugs
they have been found
the tea's been poured
the milk
is added
we are
content we are content
it seems to be
the perfect time
to roll
a joint
and slowly while away the time
where is the hash?
you know
the stash
someone
must have put it somewhere
William, in the driver's seat
he turns
around and,
um, he says
'twas in the stove i hid it
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