I take. this road. in The Hot Place
Into. the Ris.ing Sun.
And it's been. the ruin. of many a poor soul
And God. knows I. am one.
It burns. through your shades. like paper.
And blinds. most every one.
This disk of fire below your visor.
On the Freeway. Of the Ris.ing sun.
Now I know that there. are lane lines.
And a stoplight. I'm sure. I've run.
And I think. that there. were railguards, too
But not. Once I. Am done.
[Organ Solo. Organ bursts into flames. Giant mirrors appear on stage and sear out your eyeballs.]
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do. what I have done
Spend. your lives. in shine and glare
On the Freeway. of the Rising Sun.
Well, I got one. foot on the gas pedal.
As I hope. for the flash. to fade.
And I might. have hit some students
On the way. to that tree's shade.
I take. this road. in The Hot Place
Into. the Ris.ing Sun.
And it's been the ruin. of many a poor soul
And God. I know. I'm one.*
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*Really I think I need to use a bunch of extra line breaks but I went with periods to show the effing Shatner-style singing.
Well, I giggled throughout, at any rate. Especially since I nearly ran off the road and/or into another car late this afternoon as the sun set directly in my face.
I enjoyed it, too.
I think they might sell extenders for visors of sunglasses-like plastic material. It's definitely the time of year for more slanted, and quick-changing, sun angles. I guess that's how you know it's fall even if the temperature isn't going down (much).
Hmmm. Let me guess. It's sunny and hot there?
Here too. And the darker one's sunglasses, the better one copes.
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