The Road Trip, *Scary Music!*

Eternity crammed into three seats.

A lifetime in a car.

My life has become the road.

It's only been three hours.

The signs of decay are evident,

The cramping legs, the restless mind,

Oh dear lord, am I losing my head?

The road looks all the same.

I think I can see the curvature of the earth,

Whoa, thats amazing.

Isn't that physically impossible?

Hey, look, a bird!

I think I understand prison,

Well, in prison, there are criminals,

Big criminals.

My own mind is my cellmate.

It's like syberia,

only different,

Not really cold.

And no russians.

More like solitary confinment.

But no spounge walls.

That would be cool,

spounge cars.

Wait, did I just say spounge car?

My marbles are falling off the ball,

I'm slowly become the dullest bulb on the tree.

Mustard candlestick gloom.

Must finish the poem,

Must... record... final... moments.

I love you..... people... and I-

Hey, truckstop.

Bathroom,

food,

water,

and a walk.

I'm better,

Whoa, that was close.

It was almost like,

I was going crazy.

Whats that?

Four more hours?

Ya, I'll be fine.

It's only a road trip.