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 The Horse Traders Distrubator (a true story)

There was an old truck my brother did have,
It was kinda shabby but I wanted it bad.
We argued about price the whole afternoon,
I gave 50 bucks and away I did zoom.
I drove about 20 miles and it went POW!
As I coast to a stop all thought was what now?
And I lost all my vision my Anger did rule.
I'll destroy this truck with my handy tire tool,
I opened the door and gave it a slam,
I started smashing the windshield,
The hood and the lights,
Bashing it in with all of my might.
I just knew that brother had pulled a fast one,
And now I have a truck that doesn't even run.
I thought my brother had suckered me in,
I opened the hood and I saw the engine within,
There was a hole in the distributor,
Where a wire once had been.
I took the wire and plugged it back in,
I hit the switch and away I did putt,
With sharp shards of glass stabbing my butt.

Dedicated to
Vernon Lee
My Friend



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