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Inktober #20.5 - Twenty Twenty

Man I'm on a mission.
Man on a mission.
I keep on wishing,
I was doing better,
That I was at a,
Pole position.

Not like a stripper,
Like a racer,
Like a smoke past you
Not face you,
Like a go past you
Not chase you,
Like an old pastor
That's still got it.

Fly like the tractor
Is my Porsche.
Fly from the backstreet
Way down North.
Fly on the asphalt,
Though it touches,
I've got clutches,
I'm a sport.

Man on a mission.
Man I am on a mission!
To go this full month,
And handle it bitchin',
Got something cooking,
Bob's in the kitchen.
Caserole position.

Pots and pans but
I don't give a damn,
I'm itching.

Must be nettles,
Put on a kettle,
I gotta stop when it's over!

I gotta get better.

And get some clover.

And write some letters.

Twenty Twenty Bentley.



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