before we were so astutely grown
we crowded the backseats of our older brothers
to go along for the ride
the upholstery stank of cheap wine and pot
we could never quite make out what was so funny in the front
but we were learning how
to kiss girls
to skip school
to stay up all night
to lie to our bosses
to pound out Moby Dick on the dashboard
to piss in a Big Gulp cup
to write poems
to quickly apply the brakes
but in retrospect I'm glad they did
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