o reach truck, you keep me awake at night

reach truck
how you do not listen
you bash about
you do not care
you run your friends over
like they were going out of style

you pay no heed
and the documentation
as helpful as Wu and Hamada
I beg
for the love of god

but more often than not
you stop in your tracks
staring at me
foaming, frothing
like some deranged academic

what else is there to do
but write bad poetry
and complain about you
reach truck


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