just like old lo wax to jump back in at 101

his left hand is twistin beards up n the other ones at 1
its all crystalline outside today this is when this driving thing is fun
hes all bustin a lung all over the dashboard with a song thats never been sung
& the lastword spirals off his tongue like a top that just got spun


now his right hands still at 1 while his left rests on that cross thingy
hes slumpin like some mud now & hes thinkin too hard & his feet are stinky
gotta downshift to fifth wake up wipers up lights on seatbelt check o yeah right im driving 
that was a crazy dream man all i got left to battle is the notch n then ill be arriving


hes got his left hand at 11:45 n the other one at 1:30
the notch is squeezing the clouds dry onto his windshield all dirty
this truck needed a bath bad but its making these here roads all sqirrely
hes grippin tight & his fingers are going white cuz not necessarily early
but hes gotta get home at some point tonight


the left hands now at 10 & hes got his right hand up on the headrest
of the passenger seat its straightening  his back out see n man how hed love to move his feet
its the home stretch homie speed a little bit but take it slowly sweet family awaits 

give thanks to the goats, its the 100th post!!!!

bottles of rum on the wall,
pennies are finding their dollar,
birthdays for an Oreo,
anniversaries at Fenway,
years in a century,

good news falls on these two feets in this and the coming weeks,
hear the goats speak codes drive dark roads and illuminate the shadows, find shoes and pick yer battles foreground cuz your town drowns if the vests not tight, blaze on through the night, take three lefts if need be, just make it right.
this vision lingers long enough ta seed yer inner deja
so just shake shake shake whatcha momma gave ya...........