Places To Go

You’re standing there,
Gas can in hand,
Thumbing for a ride.
You’ve nowhere
and everywhere
to go.
Do they know what’s
really inside that
vessel you’re toting?
And will it really
matter
when they find out?
Out for a harmless
adventure,
Clever ruse clutched
in your grasp.
It will get you far,
I’m sure.
Oh how I wish I’d thought of that…

©Y.E.S 2014