checkered vans in florida | poem

see kids walking

holding ice-cream in both hands

I wanna ask them for one

but they got checkered vans

they’re quirky, and I’m not about that life.


you sneak up behind,

ask the dude for a bite,

then he punches you and

you’re blind in the right eye

oh god…

here’s another car ride of complaining.

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