fac(tori)es


Exit 38 B
We turn away from the
Steel Factories that line up and
Down route 51

I can't help but wonder
What and why
This area is
So special to me

The intricacies of the
Human mind it's like a
Black hole sucking in
Information but never retaining it — just destroying and distorting it.

Kind of similar to how our car rides go
You state some overly logical factoid
And then I roll my eyes in frustration
"You're too stupid to know that."
After all, you did fail 2nd grade. Twice.
Anyway, what was I saying? You were yelling too loud for me to think.

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