PUNK

Stashed below my Amtrak
bunk
All my contents in a
trunk
Passing through these towns
podunk
Staggering cars as if
drunk
Just to join a game of
tunk.

Trying to lose all that
junk
Which in spite of all my
spunk
Even with my head well
shrunk
Has made my gears go
clunk.

Could you help with this
gunk
Of my troubles take a
hunk
Keep my spirits from being
sunk
Even if you're just a
punk?
© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand


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