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Oh that night on the open road
The only road continue’n North
There at
Indian Cabins Beer & Liquor
The owner exhibited gold
He sifted from a nearby stream
To a speculate’n
Province Surveyor
I spectated
Despite the owners distrust
The surveyor asked where
I was headed
He took me in
With his eyes for a time
You best buy
Yourself some beer
This is an isolated place
Of unsatiated alcoholism
I'll take you as far
As the 60th Parallel North
There you will be left
To Mercy & Mosquitoes
Hold that beer high
Promote it with all you've got
Mayhap this night
You will find yourself in Yellowknife
Howbeit, if you are stuck
At the 60th Parallel
Naught a sign nor house
Within 600 kilometers
Be grateful
Here the sun never sets
Be grateful
For your twelve pack
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Two officers of 14 years
Lied in court
That I fought them
For justification to arrest me
Cause I was irritated
With a Transit Cop front'n up to me
Granted I did troll them
Before the hearing
As only a master could
Several months later
After the internal investigations filed
I saw the Officer
Maybe I feel regret
Understand’n his current state
But maybe not
Fk the police
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Once hitch'n
I got high with a father
& His teenage son
Haven forgotten
I was in the backseat
The two continued their argue
A tension that gave no repose
The son said he felt awkward
‘ You fucked all my girlfriends
‘ That makes me feel awkward
The father broke free
His bottle'd pressure
That tensed each interaction
With his son
Say'n what need'd to be said
I felt awkward
When they remembered me
.
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When I come roll'n thru
Ain't nobody you ever met like me
Whatever you learn of me
You always remember
The settled hazel gaze
That irritatite'n smirk
Apparel innately agressive
Beard Un-tame’d & Wild
.
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At the last gas station before the US Border
Alberta side
Have'n the odd misfortune
To run out of gas
At the only place
That didn't have her flavor
At the exact place
I ran out of gas
More than a week earlier
The attendant of this
One Pump Station
Remembered me distraught
From the first time
Have'n to settle for non-Premium
Stuck in the middle of pastures
Never seen most of
What was on the TV
Then to see me
A wayward travel’r
Champion of adventure
A symbol of
Something-Now-Lost
Cheerily you asked
‘ When will you be back
' Likely never
I respond
' Where I go I seldom return
I mostly meet strangers
Strangers see me
Most accurate for who I am
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